I am sitting here in my Ancient History class, nursing a cup of coffee, trying to wake up enough to care about The Plague.
It's not that I don't care, it's just from odd dreams and nerves being fried these last two weeks of this semester I am just not in the mindset to conjure up the emotion needed to mourn for these people. I just need to ingest more caffeine and I will be less of a monster. Though this history professor teaches with comedy, such as Monty Python clips. Bless him.
Odd dreams. More like normal dreams that freak me out.
First off, every girl will occasionally have a pregnancy dream. It happens. Some girls wake up happy and cuddle with their significant other and day dream about what could be.
Then you have girls like me, who wake up in a cold sweat and check their calendar and start counting the days of their cycle. I was so weirded out I was apparently grinding my teeth.
Don't get me wrong, I want to be be a mother one day... one day... Not today. Not anytime soon.
It scares me to think of it actually. I am so close to finishing school but it's still a year off. I'm single and not anywhere close to a relationship that could mean children. I am happy that I am just able to take care of myself financially. This is the worst time in the world for that to happen.
So a pregnancy dream makes more than a little paranoid. I think it's just my body reminding me I am in my child bearing years. Though it currently can kiss my ass. Just sayin'...
My goal, two weeks from today, is to leave my last final and to run off into a local park and just forget the world for a few hours. Though this semester isn't as bad as last semester it has been a bit of a trial. I am looking forward to that first hour after classes are over. It's one of the best feelings in the world to realize everything is done and there is nothing else you have to do.
Meh.
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