Mondays are so lame. Least this one wasn't too lame, in fact
I was the lame one. But, as always, it's not my fault. Here's a little secret
about the beds in St. Nicolas, they suck. I mean are comparable to cardboard
cut outs of beds. My back, front, sides, and the rest of me don't like to sleep
on cardboard. In fact, I rather despise it. As of late I'm been having more problems
than usual with sleep. I've tried to move my pillows around for more back
support, but since I move a lot in my sleep the pillows are essentially
useless. Last night it wasn't just my cardboard bed giving me back pain though.
Last night was filled with nightmares, one repeating nightmare to be specific,
that kept me from sleeping peacefully. Do you want to know what it was? I'm
sure you don't, but I'm going to tell you anyways. Congratulations audience,
you're about to have a behind the scenes look into the mind of Mary. Please
keep your hands and feet inside the tour bus at all times and please, no flash
photography. We wouldn't want to aggravate the beasts that live within my
imagination now would we? The dream begins with me walking down a plain empty
corridor. There's nothing special about it; tiled floors, fluorescent lights,
and the occasional over-sized potted plant. Perfectly simple and business like.
Then I stop walking and stand for a moment. The white walls of the hallway begin
to melt around me. I look down and see the tiles falling into a thick black
liquid. I turn to run, but the tiles beneath me disappear and I plunge
backwards into the black liquid. At first it feels like water crashing around
me. However, I then realized that it's not water but rather scales slithering over
me. Pythons to be precise, huge terrifying pythons. I want to scream but can't.
I cannot scream because my chest is being crushed by the snakes. Then my throat
starts to tighten. I close my eyes, and BAMN! I wake up gasping for breath. I
chugged so much water after that dream, it was that disturbing to me. Best part
is I kept having that dream over and over throughout the night. Thus why it was
no surprise that I finally "woke up" around noon-ish/one-ish. The
price for an active imagination isn't pleasant; the nightmares definitely keep
you scared. Anyways the reason I was lame is because I let the morning slip away from me, darn. Oh well. I have class at three-thirty so no big deal. Class
was 2/3 interesting 1/3 boring because there were three speeches. The two
interesting speeches were done by my German friend Natalie and a Chinese
exchange student. Natalie discussed champagne and even had some media clips
thrown in for pizzazz. The Chinese student discussed the differences between
French and Chinese cuisine, down to the chopsticks verses forks. The second of
the two made me hungry, she included photos, because who doesn't love Chinese
food? Boring people, maybe. The uninteresting/boring speech was done by our
Russian exchange student. It was a drag for two reasons; firstly her topic was
French economics, and secondly she made the power point that morning. Oh doll,
you need to prepare more. Take it from a professional procrastinator, the night
before is the time to do the last minute projects never the day of. Oh well, I
think M. Martel enjoyed all three of them, and hey we were let out of class
early. I won't say it was a great day, rather it was a grey day.
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