Some bitch that I was supposed to do a small project with dropped my advanced oral class. Now there are 4 of us.

I really want to drop my lit class. Really. But I can't. And I won't.

The amount of frustration I have is directly proportional to how much I want to crawl into bed and just sleep. I'm worrying about getting all my schoolwork done and also all the medical shit that's been going on, and now my computer's broken for I think the third time in the past 3 months. Tomorrow I'm going to call Toshiba's customer service and complain to them and see if they'll give me a new computer, since it's costing them money for my computer to keep getting repaired (due to a warranty). I'm so frustrated about everything and I'm freaking out and no one really has the time to listen because they're doing their own things. I don't want to be in school. It's only been a week and already I'm burned out. I can't concentrate on my reading. I hate it. I want to go home. I'm hungry all the time and I have almost no food here and it's 45-60 min each way just to the grocery store, and I don't have time to go there, and I keep spending money on food, and whatever I eat is not enough. I'm so burned out. I'm so tired. I nap every day, but one nap isn't enough. On Monday I took 2 naps, and I'm dangerously close to taking 2 naps today, despite the fact that I slept for 3 hours earlier. I hate this.

Dream:
     It was mainly a clusterfuck of camp, American Idol, and a UIUC basketball game. Jude Law and Uma Thurman were there. Uma Thurman came up to me and started chatting and she seemed interested in everything I was saying. I later found out that she and I were going to do a movie together, and I was really excited.

I need to stop spending so much money on entertainment. Here is what I bought tonight:
CDs
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
Of Montreal - Aldhils Arboretum
Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins
Of Montreal - Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse
books
How I Paid for College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship, & Musical Theater by Marc Acito
Better Off: Flipping the Switch on Technology by Eric Brende
Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (this was made into a movie, which comes out next month I think)
Superstud, or How I Became a 24-Year-Old Virgin by Paul Feig (creator of the TV show Freaks and Geeks)

My ass and hips are sore as hell, and I don't know why. That's all I wanted to say; now I'm going to read ~230 pages for Fr lit.

Dream:
     I got a bee sting on my cheek. My face started getting red and swelling up. I went to the nurse's office (because I was in a high school or something) and asked for Benadryl, and they said there was no way I was allergic to bee stings, despite my now huge face. As punishment for wasting their time, I had to do a presentation on what it means when people are allergic to bee stings and how their bodies react. It was also yearbook photo day, and they made me get my picture taken anyway.
     Then I was playing keyboards for Fergie's (from Black Eyed Peas) solo project tour. We were in a big auditorium and I knew probably 75% of the people. I messed up in one spot, but no one noticed.
     Then I was on the set of LOTR because I had a small role. It was lunch break time and I was hanging out with Sean Astin, and I started getting confused as to whether his real name was Sam or Sean.