Sleep deprivation, muscle relaxers, objects of destruction, the realm of academia and cute, furry creatures

So...this past weekend I got approximately 6 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday nights. Yes. You heard me. 6 hours. I was MISERABLE.

But more to the point...future roomie told me an issue that she has been having w/ me of late (the fact that I a) double book and b) back out a lot on plans that are supposed to be definite). She's right, I have been doing that a lot and it needs to stop. It's rude and inconsiderate of me and I'm trying to change. If I'm not sure that I can come, I'll say as such rather then say that I can without a shadow of a doubt...BUT ANYWAYS, I digress. The point behind this is that, quite simply, Kat and I will be OK as roommates next year, namely because we can both confront each other easily when we have issues with the other. So yay.

So, Sunday night comes around and I decide to stay in, take a muscle relaxer and go to sleep early. This all changed though, when Chiron began happily bashing at EVERY APPENDAGE ON MY BODY WITH THE MALLET OF INSPIRATION. For the first time in a while I was overcome with this desperate need to write. And write I did. Twas absolutely beautiful and as I finished my last sentence there was some hardcore happy dancing going on. If you're interested in reading this, let me know and depending on who you are, I'll let you read it.

So around 1:30am, I finally put down my pen and crashed into bed (literally, I turned out the light, misjudged the area of my bed and smashed my head against the wall. Smart, I know). On Mondays I don't have class until 11:20, and as I go to my first class every day in my pajamas, no matter what time of day it is, I usually don't get up until 11. So, I'm happily skipping through the lavender and gold world of dreams when "Ragdoll, livin' in a movie!" blasts through the otherwise silent air (my ring tone) at around 9am. I stumble out of bed and crawl to the phone on my bureau and blearily glare at the name of the person calling me. "MOM" I believe the first words out of my mouth were "WHO DIED?!?!" In all honesty, I thought my dad died or something. My mom and I have an agreement. SHE NEVER CALLS ME BEFORE 12pm. Ever. Basically for whatever reason she thought I'd be awake, apologized profusely and let me go back to bed. *roaring* However, I went to call her back later today to ask if Dad wanted anything specific for his birthday. And I can't get ahold of her. So now I really am fearing that someone has died. Angst.

So other then the unpleasant awakening of this morning, I'm quite good. Course registration soon. *Dance dance* for for classes w/ Drs. Bennett and Kane. I might even talk myself into take an SIS class again (after the 21 page paper of doom last semester (see November entry) I swore I'd never take another one of those again. But Human Rights, China Japan and the US as well as the Contemporary Middle East all look good. Who knows?

I'd also like you all to take note of the fact that I update much more often now. I know my faithful followers...*ahem*...readers take great joy in that.

Second note: I will start posting more pictures in here, as soon as I stop being such a lazy arse.

Third note: For my health and sanity and for your health and general ability to live, please do not mention dreary days and statistics in the same sentence. Due to trial-and-error testing earlier today, it was discovered that this induces homicidal/suicidal urges in short people w/ wavy blonde hair whose name is Ashley.

Fourth note: Vodka is not my nemesis. Rum is currently my nemesis, the vodka may very well displace that. I'm still wondering how the smirnoff ice got into my fridge...

Fifth note: I WANT A CUTE FURRY CREATURE TO CALL MY OWN!