Well, I'm sitting in my English Final, waiting for it to begin. I've three 9:45 tests the past three days, so I guess I was still in my '45' mentality. I accidently got here twenty minutes early and then wondered why the test wasn't starting. When I finally figured it out, I decided to take a brief nap. Then I woke up and here I am. Laptop keyboards are so much nicer (no offense to this computer).
So, this is my second to last final. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 is my last final: Algebra. It shouldn't be too bad. I hope anyway. I'm not going to study too much. Why? Because I'm sick of studying.
I decided that languages should die, and now everyone should speak Klingon. (Spanish and English finals were both today, and both were my hardest tests.) After I said that, I was studying for my English final and came across some notes about the Klingon translation of the Bible. Hmmm. That should be interesting. "Those of you who say ::::spit spit spit spit:::: are accountable to law, but I say that anyone who says 'you fool' . . . ." etc. Yes, very interesting indeed. Too bad nobody will be able to read it.
Warf: I will be able to read it!
Me: Good heavens! Where did you come from?
Warf: The Enterprise.
Me: I thought you didn't exist!
Warf: We don't. ::::wink:::: We had to travel back in time to rescue ::::whisper whipser whisper:::: and since you seem to know about Klingon, we decided to solicit you're help!
Me: You've got a pretty good English vocabulary for a Klingon.
Warf: Why thank you.
Me: Well, I'd love to help you, and I'd especially love missing my final, but I can't if I want a good grade.
Warf: We can take care of that. Afterall, we just traveled back in time.
Me: Good point.
::::time lapse of 1 second:::::
Me: Wow!! That was the most coolest experience I've ever had! Too bad I still have to take my final. I wonder where Dr. Watson is? Did we somehow mess up time? Did we interrupt the time space continuem? Did we ruin the Prime Directive?? I knew we should have duct taped Picard when we threw him in that closet . . . .

Hmm, if Dr. Watson doesn't get here soon . . . . Maybe we should just all write our essays and then go. I don't really want to write my essay, but I need a good grade. Can we just get hundreds or something? Maybe he'll reweight the grades without the final. . . . Maybe I should go before this post gets too long. Oh, someone said Dr. Watson is on his way. Okay, so short my wonderful audience! Maybe I'll tell you about my time experiences later, but I think that would mess up the Temperal Directive.

I'm dying! Ahhhhh!!!!!! I mean, I'm sick. I don't feel so good. Well, I feel fine mentally and emotionally, but I can't breath, I keep coughing and sneezing, and I'm a little "woohoo" or out-of-it, in other words. I carried a box of Kleenexes (with Aladdin characters on the box!) with me to all my classes this morning. It was kind of funny. I was sitting in the hall waiting for my second class. I had a thermos of tea (I have a thermos, a nice thermos, won't you share my thermos), a box of Kleenexes, and a book. And I was snifling with a scarf around my neck. Joy. By the way, I don't think Holly reads this, but I've been wearing the scarf she made me all the time. I love it. Back to my post. What was I saying? This is a good CD (Relient K). Oh, so, I've got vapor rub on my chest, so I probably smell funny, but I don't care because it helps. It seems like the more I toss and turn during the night, the better hair day I have. I didn't sleep well last night. Poor Jodie, she probably didn't either, due to all my coughing, moaning, and blowing my dose. For Spanish class today we're going to go eat lunch at a Mexican Food resteraunt! Yay! I really love this CD. So, um, oh yeah! It's the last day of classes! I only have two more classes, one of them being the Spanish meal. I wish finals didn't exist. Cause I don't want to do anything except laze around. Oh, tonight is our floor Christmas party. Yay! And tomorrow is our brother floor Christmas party. Yay again! I think I'm not going to get too much studying done. I'm so out of it and sleepy. Anyway, I should probably stop rambling and sleep or something.
SG

A Poem By Me not to be used without specific written permision from the author! (that's me)
I never thought this day would come
When all my classes would be done
Now that it's here I can't believe
In just one week I can leave
Maybe when the sun goes down again
I will have the time to sleep in
And maybe when the bell clock chimes
I can say "the next five minutes are still mine"
Wouldn't it be nice?
~~Anne M. W.

Here I am again. Mmmmmmm. Catch me if you can. Mmmmmmm. Better get a move on. Mmmmmmm. Finals week is coming real soon.

Wahahahahah! Sob, sniffle, snort, tear. I don't feel so good. I didn't sleep well Saturday night (cause I was sleeping on the floor in a freezing room) and I didn't sleep well last night (cause it was hot and some wrong number called at 2:45 in the A M!). And I woke up this morning with my throat hurting (I think I scratched it on the sausage I choked on last night) and my tummy hurts, and I'm tired, (but not sleepy). Suffice it to say, the dead exhausted "Dead Away Messages" are going up. I'm not morbid, I'm just ready for the semester to be over. Don't be scared if you read my away messages. They are just quotes talking about being dead, because I'm dead tired. There's a man on the hall. Oh joy. Whoopdeedi. I should be reading for Bible, but I'm not. I don't even really care about finals. Nothing matters now, let them come. "We'll kill the Beast!" BANG "We'll kill the Beast!" BANG!
Lord of the Rings Return of the King comes out a week from tomorrow. Yay!

Well, that's about all. Read away. Away, away, away. Maybe in [12] days. Oh-oh-oh. Feels so right! Darkness fades away. Something something. I've got so much to say. Feels so right! Da dee da, da dee da da, over and over again. (That was a mix of two songs, I forgot the title of the first by The Passage, and the second was "After the Rain" from "Songs for Luca" and by "Karnataca" or something like that.) Oh oh! A poem by John White (as remembered by me) from The Tower of Geburah:
Blue light is true light
Conquering even the darkness of night
Guiding my footsteps from up on the wall
Leading me, leading me onward toward Gaal

Good book. Anyway, class time. Bye!
Sammie G.