dreamland

just a bit of random trivia: did you know that "dreamland" is a name given to area 51?

god, i'm such a nerd.

its a saturday and i had to go to school :( its a saturday, and i had to go walk many blocks to school early, in the rain. i slept through my alarm this morning. that rarely happens because i put my alarm on pretty loud. when i finally woke up and looked at the clock, i had been sleeping through almost 30 minutes of jazz and oldies. i have my alarm clock set to some local easy listening station because i find that makes me want to get out of bed faster. if there's a good song playing on the radio i'll lay in bed and listen, maybe dance a little (its possible, trust me). but when its michael bolton serenading some hairy chested italian guy named "guy" it makes me want to get out of bed. quickly.

just a quick tangent, i never understood why people name their sons "guy". those most be the most uncreative parents in the world. thank god my parents didn't name me "chick". although, i'm not sure i'm one to talk, since my stuffed camel is appropriately named "camel". but in my defense, i was 3.

so, i woke up late this morning because i tossed and turned all night last night, partly because of all the rain and wind, and partly because i dreamt of the bar exam all night long, specifically contracts. i gave up listening to my bar cds at night about a week ago because i found that all of my dreams were about the bar exam, and sleepy time is the only part of the day where i get a break from that shit.

but unfortunately, sometimes i still dream about the bar despite not listening to my cds before bed. and its not just one dream, its all night long. at some point in the middle of the night, i'll usually wake up and try to con myself into thinking about something else. "think of something fun and exciting" i'll say to myself. you know what the sad part is? at that time of the night, when i'm half awake, i can't come up with anything else to think about. usually i'll force myself to think about food or sex for a few minutes....long enough to get me to fall asleep and inevitably start dreaming about contracts again.

why can't i go back to having dirty dreams or dreams about scary circus clowns dancing the lambada like a normal woman?

i particularly miss having this one already:



i got invited to go to the charger playoff game tomorrow! what an amazing opportunity, but i of course can't go. i'm kinda upset, because beer and yelling is exactly what every bar studier needs.

oh well. maybe tonight i can at least dream of beer and yelling.

out.
- L