Déjà ?

It's Sunday.  The weekend is almost over.  It has so far been spent making breakfast for dinner, playing every Nintendo 64 game I own, and writing.  Now it will consist of homework, homework, and more homework.  At least one of these assignments is writing.  However I seem to be unable to write anything if the product is assigned or expected of me.  For instance, if Lauren and Kat are waiting to read a story I'm writing and keep reminding me of it, I'm likely to get writer's block because I can't seem to work under pressure.  (This is VERY bad for the aspiring author.)  Likewise, I can't write if the story has been assigned to me.  Not only that, but I don't really care for the premise of my story; I'm just going along with it because it's all I could think of.

Last week was hell.  Did I mention that?  Because it was.  Actually, I wrote that two weeks ago was hell.  But now last week was, too.  Why?  Because I was preparing for my next speech in Public Speaking, which was supposed to be ceremonial/commemorative.  I gave it on Ellen DeGeneres just 'cause I love her so much.  It went better than the introductory speech, the grade for which I will not share.  But I apparently got a B on my impromptu speech, which is extremely surprising due to the fact that I sucked.  But I guess the chick who graded it was merciful.  Thank God, because she's grading my ceremonial speech, too.  (My professor seems to rarely grade or attend anything.  He didn't attend any of the speeches this week, and he's only ever there when there's not a speech due to debate tournaments.  You'd think he could have scheduled the speeches better.)

On Friday we decided to unwind by going to Lauren's house and cooking dinner for the three of us.  We were intending to do that last Sunday, but Lauren injured herself by running the front door over her toe . . . it wasn't pretty.  Anyway, so we rainchecked it to this Friday.  I made the sausage, Kat made bacon, and Lauren made French toast.  We also had our own little side dishes of scrambled eggs for Lauren, toast and peanut butter for Kat, and an egg sammich for me.  (This consists of tearing a hole in the center of bread and cracking an egg into it as you fry it -- it's delicious.)  The evening was quite fun.

Since Friday morning, I've had a migraine.  We originally thought it was just a bad headache, but after looking up symptoms of migraines and seeing that I had just about every single one, we shifted focus.  Also, the regular pain relievers didn't work.  So I was finally able to go to Hy-Vee yesterday afternoon and get some dope (teehee) specifically to get rid of migraines.  And it worked somewhat in that it just kind of dulled the pain.  I can only take one every twenty-four hours, and as we're going on Day 3 of Hell, I had to take another dose this morning.  Shoot me peeze?

Next week is midterms.  NOOOO.  Oh, well.  Then we get a week-long break.

Week of hell.

I am so glad last week is over, although these feelings are sobered by the fact that the new week is starting tomorrow.  Despite this horrid happening, it's been a fun weekend.  Lauren and I spent the day downtown, and we attempted to watch the episode of Glee we missed, but that failed.  So we didn't.  Gooood times.  Now she's out doing homework-y things, and since I don't have those this weekend (darn), I'm here all by my lonesome since Kat is in Hannibal.  I'm ALONE.  I'll try to survive.

But yeah.  Last week was hell.  I had my first test of the semester (Linguistics), an impromptu speech, a slideshow project to work on in French, plus a short story due in Creative Writing.  It might not sound like a lot, but it was.  So there.  This past week I also started exercising every other day, going to the rec center in an attempt to get back in shape and lose the weight I've gained since I started school.  (Simple math here: stress = food.)  We'll see how that goes.  I need to go again today, but the dorm is in desperate need of cleaning.  Hmmm.  I'm not sure which I hate more: exercise or cleaning.

In other news, the three of us saw Woman in Black last weekend.  Lauren and Kat were scared, I was not.  It was a good movie otherwise, though.  Daniel Radcliffe still doesn't do much acting, though.  But I didn't keep expecting him to shout about his scar hurting, so that's good news.  Problem with scary movies is that I don't get scared.  At all.  I'll jump once or twice, but that's about it.  I can always tell when something scary is going to happen, so it doesn't get me.  The only movie that ever scared me was The Ring.  I refuse to ever watch that again.  I prefer psychological stuff like Secret Window.  This might be because I don't believe any sort of evil spirits can linger on earth after they die, whereas I believe someone can go insane and start killing people.  So give me stuff like Secret Window and Shutter Island, and I'm good.

So what's on the agenda for this upcoming week?  I have no idea.  Lauren and I are in the French play again, but luckily I don't have the lead role.  And no monologues!  YAY!  Although I do play a servant again.  Her name is Marie, and I share the role with someone else, and I'm fine with that.  Lauren's role is completely reversed from last time, as she now plays a little girl named Berthe.  She rocks at it.  It's amusing.

More noodles.