last night, i had a dream. i woke up at ten o clock... and i was like,"omigoodness! i'm so late for school and so dead!!" and so my mom somehow was still at home. she usually leaves the house very very early in the morning. and i asked her if i could just skip school today since i was already going to be tardy and skipped a couple of my periods. she said yes.. and i was happy and i fell back on my bed to go back to sleep. later on... i woke up, and it was.. ten o clock in the morning. and i told myself,"oh.. that was all just a dream.. but this isn't!!" and i go downstairs and i see my mom there and i ask her if i could just stay home today since i already missed a couple of my periods and i was already late for school. she said "okay." and so i went back to sleep. i woke up again. and the dream's dream and the dream was gone. it was six fifteen a.m. "nooooooooooooo....... this is not a good start off for the day!! i think my dreams are trying to tell me something!! this day is not going to be good!!" and i was sad. and desolate. and depressed. i somehow set off my alarm so it didn't blare it's death scream at me.. so i went to school today. endured it's horrific day.. and i'm sinking in my pile of stinky smelley homework. mcmahon has assigned us a homework assignment, on top of the internal and external of the earth's interior, and atop the olympics proj. that i feel i will never finish as long as i live. this is indeed, a sad day.