It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I am finished with this university year. My final essay is in and I sat my final exam yesterday for the law class. A class I attended twice and studied for on the day before. I had to answer 4 essay questions. I managed to basically remember perfectly the legislation and regurgitate it for the exam for two questions. The last two, I think I remembered 90% and 80% of the legislation respectively. BUT I also have a special consideration waiver for the exam so if my result is terrible, they throw it out, and if it's not, it gets marked easier.

So that was my today. Going to the doctor and then going shopping. And then getting home and crashing because apparently instead of spending the rest of the day writing like I wanted to, the stress of the past...ever...got to me and I basically passed out. I woke up to eat some potatoes and soon I am headed to bed again.

Hopefully tomorrow I will have more energy! Then I can write. And begin to look forward to the trip to Dunedin and Fiordland as well as my trip to the US in about three weeks. Before that I need to clean my room like whoa. Organisation, ahoy!

So. After the last entry I accidentally fell asleep watching QI. Hurrr. BUT I am awake now (I know, right, I'm not sleep-typing, I bet you didn't guess that!) and actually have energy again. So I was dancing around the living room, singing opera metal.

Yep. I know how to have fun. The cats did not enjoy it. Their ears are still back.

Tomorrow I am getting up and noon and going shopping, I don't even care if I don't fall asleep until 11 am because I only just woke up at like 7. I am making myself leave this house and do things. Besides, I really want more Sweet lollipops. And also poptarts. And dumplings with soy sauce. And I need chocolate chips and cream cheese for the banana cake with cream cheese icing I am making. And I just ate an quarter of an apple pie and drank some coffee with whole cream milk and sugar. The sugar was regular sugar, not whole cream sugar. And I had curry with coconut cream in it.

How in the WORLD was my cholesterol at incredibly healthy levels?! I will never know, dude. But hey, an excuse to eat more crap, yay! (That isn't technically what that means, is it?!)

Also I am getting a pretty pill box for my meds because if I have to take pills to make my brain function right, I am keeping them in a pretty thing. So there. They have gorgeous ones on eBay for about $7.50 USD. And golly gee, I have USD in my US bank account. And shipping to NZ is quite cheap. This will also mean I have my meds WITH me instead of leaving them in my nightstand which is crap when I forget to take them.

And I decided to start to learn both ASL and NZSL. Because it shouldn't be someone else's problem that I can't understand them when they are communicating with me and having a basic understanding of sign language will be handy when working with some clients, I am sure. I found sites for ASL and NZSL and when I have a basic understanding, I might look for cheap NZSL classes after I get back from the US. It is a little more difficult for me to do it because my hands shake. But if I can play the flute, I can do this too. But that's why I am taking the time to get the hang of it BEFORE taking classes for the realsies. I can now do the fingerspell alphabet in both. The NZSL one is so much easier, omfg. Well it's easier for shaky hands since you use two hands for most letters instead of one. Praise my awesome memory because I am actually getting this.

The yelly entry was fun, wasn't it? Aren't I a ball of sunshine in the morning?!

Exam was awesome. All easy. And I might hate my brain for being talkyanxious when trying to sleep and keep me up, but my memory is so fricking kick ass. I studied a year's worth of material for 45 minutes. I remembered everything I read and had no trouble writing it up in essay form as usual. So there are good sides to having a brain that won't quit. I rely on you, memory. You haven't failed me yet. When you eventually do, I will have a little cry.

Speaking of crying, on the bus there was a Peter. Also a man who smelled of wee. I had to move because my stupid gag reflex is stronger than I am (seriously if it were in a game of tug-of-war, it would win against anything). I am so sorry, man I don't know. I can't help it. I even gagged once I got off the bus because I remembered the smell. I can't do wees smell when it's powerful like that. I felt like SUCH a bitch moving away, but it was that or vomit.

Then I went out with classmates and got told if I didn't come out more often I was in trouble because I am a hoot. Respect.

Then I got home and it took forever to get out of my jeans and into my pajama bottoms because my kitten insisted on being lifted up every time I put her down (she jumps up on you and reaches up asking to come up and you can't NOT pick her up when she does it) and then she rubbed her face all over mine and that is the best welcome home ever.

Now I feel like I am dying on the inside. Oh god. Sleep dep and blood sugar imbalance and uururrggghhhhh *cries*

OH YES! I forgot a conversation from one of the ladies I work with which occurred during a lull at the registration desk. Jay from Graduations nearly died when we heard.

Her: OH! Hey! What does DNA stand for?!
Me: Deoxyribonucleic acid.
Her: *blink blink* Uhm... It's a joke! It's National Dyslexic Association. You're supposed to say you don't know!
Me: Oh! I didn't know it was a joke!!
Her: That's the first time anyone has actually answered me!! I can't believe you knew that!
Me: *shrugs*

Ah, science. You are a wonderful thing. You make me miss the entire point of conversations sometimes. Thanks.