Fighting the Current

avoiding studying for mid-terms

Physics exam Monday. Thankfully, only physics.

I have been incredibly tired all week. I didn't catch up on as much sleep last weekend as I should have, and then I couldn't make it up during the week. I had trouble keeping my eyes open at 5 o'clock last night. I'd been grumpy all week. So I went to bed an hour after dinner last night. At 7:30 I was in bed, asleep by eight, would have slept a solid twelve hours if my mom hadn't woken me up around 11 PM. From then, I was sleep until 8 AM. Woke up, slept another two hours.

When I'm really tired when I fall asleep I tend to have more dreams. Or more that I can remember at least. I remember at least five or six distinct dreams. Or remember remembering them... They're fading. I should have written them down when I woke up.

I thought of taking a walk to gear my mind up for physics, but then I stepped outside to get the mail (without a coat...or shoes for that matter) and realized it's colder than it looks. It's a beautiful day, but freezing.

Finished the second to last book of The Seventh Tower by Garth Nix. It's a very good series... Hm, I'll have to review it for the newsletter... I haven't written anything for this month, (okay, aside from the intro, but I had to use plural first person and pretend we were all writing it, lol, so no credit).

I have library books to go back. I lost the slip for when they're do. It may have been January 10 though... And I have to see if I can order Abhorsen... I've been waiting about two years for that book, maybe a little longer, lol. I guess this means I should re-read the book that comes before it...

Exam Schedule:
Monday - Physics
Tuesday - Latin and History
Wednesday - Trigonometry/Precalculus
Thursday - English and Theology

I like to be organized, but I have to be in the mood. And usually, when I go to put things away, I'm to tired to do a good job, so I end up with everything disorganized.

But, then again, if anyone saw my Pop-Pop's basement and radio room, they'd swear he was the most disorganized person on the face of the earth. If you say to him you need something, chances are he has it and knows that it's the third tier down, behind the hanging drills, underneath half a dozen hammers and wedged in a crevice in the wall.

If my room was clean, it would not prevent me from losing things. I set something down absent-mindedly and lose it. I don't know how many pens I've lost while doing homework...sitting on my bed. I'll set a pen down to read something and not be able to find my pen again. I find them when I put all my books and things away... usually.

My mind wanders too much for my own good, and I tend to forget the present because of it...

The weekend after exams I'll write that story. I'm stuck a little on the culture, and the style I'm writing it in could be better, but I can work those out as I go along.

I should get started. I don't think I'm going to be struck by any sudden urge to study.