Today, I'll start off with my wake-up call. Okay, it wasn't really a call, but when my cat rolled over and fell off the bed this morning, it certainly woke me up, with a laugh. I have got to have the most uncoordinated cat ever. My story: she has to be cross-eyed. There is no way a perfectly healthy cat can be so klutzy unless there is something wrong with her vision. When I got home from school, I wasn't so happy with her. She'd left a little, accidental "present" just inside my bedroom door. And at the top of the stairs. And outside the bathroom I share with my brother. I know I should feel bad, because she's obviously not feeling well, but those messes were sitting there for hours because no one comes upstairs during the day and I had a hard time cleaning them up. According to my mom, she left a present at the bottom of the stairs, too, but my mom saw that mess earlier and got it up no problems.
And now to school: It's really amazing how fast I can churn out a paper when given the right incentive: usually, a deadline that looms closer by the hour. Take today for example. My first class today, I had a 10ish-page paper due on Othello and King Lear. I had from Thursday evening when I got home until Monday night to complete this paper. Did I work on it? Not until two hours before I had to go to work on Monday. I finished a page and a half before leaving. You'd think that all those pages would be haunting my entire shift, especially since it was such a slow night, but most of the night, I was able to forget it completely. And then I got home. I just knew I would be up until 2 am or later, finishing up my paper. 10:45, 11:15, 12:00. Before 1 am, I had written a total of nine-and-a-half pages, found legitimate sources to back up what I already knew (and some dates I found on Wikipedia), and had gone through my paper and carefully cited every quote and anything else that needed it. I'm sure it's not my best work, but based on previous last-minute papers, I'm guessing a B. Maybe a C. But hopefully a B. Since the teacher said "Just use something legitimate" when asked which style of citations we should use, I'm pretty sure I won't get burned there (and that's where I was most sloppy). I'm thinking, I probably spent a grand total of three-and-a-half hours on it, not counting breaks and the like. And then I was able to even squeeze six hours of sleep in before I had to get up and tackle my day. Score one for the English major!
Of course, by the end of my day today, I was completely exhausted. I just CANNOT mess with my carefully constructed sleep-habits without it biting me in the butt, and staying up late and then sleeping in does not make for a good night of sleep. Well, not a good morning, at least. I had six hours I could have slept, but the last hour or so was more dozing then sleeping, and that does me more harm than good. I know, I know, it's pitiful, especially for a college student, but that's the way I am. I've always needed more sleep than my contemporaries; I don't need any more sleep than I did growing up, but while others have been able to whittle down their time sleeping, I've stayed basically the same. And so while others talk of only an hour or two of sleep, I'm yawning and losing focus when I've had five hours of good sleep. So, when I finally got home from school (walking a mile instead of calling for a ride was probably not the best thing for me to do, as tired as I was), I had energy to eat, wash a few dishes, take care of my poor cat, and watch Dancing with the Stars.
Yesterday was quick-step and the jive, two of my favorite dances to watch. But until Apolo Ohno came out on the floor, I felt like they were a little flat or, in the case of Bristol Palin, not even the right dance. My favorite dances were the two Olympians. Apolo's was the first dance that really felt energetic and fun and the footwork was absolutely awesome, from what I could see. And I must admit that I loved the song Shawn Johnson danced to, which made the entire thing feel more fun than it might have to a different tune. Future reference, it's much easier to skip through the results show if I just watched the competition one. I admit I expected Bristol to survive this week, but I expected her to at least be in jeopardy. Once you had the bottom three couples, though, I pretty much knew Joey "from N*Sync" would go. He has got to have one of the best attitudes I've seen about getting the boot, although I admit I've watched maybe three seasons and the first season or two I watched were six, seven years ago. Looking forward to next week.
Tomorrows Goals:
Acts 1 and 2 of As You Like It
Revolution, Castle and New Girl
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