Okay, yes...I am overexaggerating again. I feel the strongest emotions for the most futile things. Things that really don't matter. Things that aren't directly beneficial toward my well-being.

I feel guilty and shameful that I overslept today!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAH! Okay, there.

The lack of sleep has totally backfired. Also my psychic silent mental alarm clock has failed me. This is a sign that I have gotten too accustomed to sleeping in the dorms. I have conformed to the walls. So unfortunately, I lifted up my head at 7 am when the rustling of one roommate woke me up. Then I went back to sleep. The next time I opened my eyes, it was 10:37 am. Big whoops. I missed my 9:30-11 lecture. AGH! This means I need more sleep. More sleep. I worry now that I will not be able to wake up in time for next semester's 8 o'clock classes...and that will occur three times a week. Sigh.
Frantically, I tried calling Tram. As always, her cell was off. "I am sorry. The person you have reached has not set up his or her voicemail box. Goodbye." Can I reiterate how many times I have heard that message? ONE TOO MANY!!!! Promptly at 11, Tram called. Fortunately. I related my story. How the remaining twenty minutes were not enough for me to get to the extension buildings in time. Bleh, yes I do get overworked over little things such as this.
And my roommate Jennifer deliberately skipped class. I didn't.

Bad thing is that I don't have any more class today. Ethnic studies lecture is cancelled. English is cancelled. GAG, must...have...to...correct...grade...tutor...

Catherine could be here any moment now. Yesterday night, I embarrassed myself when I thought she was Cathy. Cathy sent me a forward that somewhat annoyed me..."if you forward this, something good will happen to you"...agh! I need to alter the names on icq again.