well, i had the superflu this weekend. it fucking suuuuucked. i don't think i'd have made it if it weren't for my two roommates (and the dog). i still kind of feel like shit, but at least i don't feel like i'm dying anymore. i would actually rather get sliced open by a sword again than go through that a second time.
speaking of that, i died
again in my dreams last night. for those keeping score, that brings me to four deaths so far. i've probably had like, a dozen dreams. is there some sorta prize for "most dream deaths?" because i'm pretty sure i'm a shoe-in. so glad
this one didn't choose to carry over too. dying sucks enough when you do it in your dream, let alone when you wake up bleeding all over the place. i have never been more happy to wake up with both my arms still firmly attached to my body than i was this morning.
in non-dream related news, i managed to drag myself to school yesterday. talked to all of my teachers about shit that's been going on. anyway, they all agreed that i could probably squeeze by in their classes if i aced my finals and wrote some paper. so... that's a lot of studying, i guess. i tried to get to it last night, but ... frankly i don't get it at all. i guess that's what i get for skipping most of my classes and being high for the ones i did show up for.
the point is, i guess i'm looking for someone who can help me figure this shit out, because i've only got a couple more weeks until the end of the year. i don't usually ask for help, but i realized recently that sometimes you kinda need it. so uh... i guess the word i'm looking for is 'tutor.' anyone wanna like... tutor me and shit?
fuck this is embarassing.