death=nap+forever

I just woke up from a coma of a nap.

After school today two friends of mine rode the bus with me back to my house so that I could get my debit card, and then we walked back downt to the mall.

One of them left, while the other one came to Second Cup with me, only my favourite coffee place of all time, ever.

We sat down and did a word search and a spot the difference and I just felt so so so sleepy. I only live about ten minutes away from the mall, and so does my friend, but we both got busses home.

I did a sketch of a painting I’m doing for a friends Christmas gift, which I’ll blog about at a later date, but immediately afterwards I fell asleep with my face down in the floor.

So, I put my laptop on my desk, got up and got in bed.

Just before falling asleep again I thought I heard the door open, but didn’t hear anything in the house, so I guess it was next door.

I woke up three hours later after having an intense dream, and feeling completely disoriented.

The lights were out, for one, and I don’t remember turning them off.

I texted my roommate to ask if she turned out my light, assuming she came back home. She’d left as I was walking into the house.

Her answer was no, she wasn’t back from the library yet.

So, needless to say I am amazingly confused.

I can’t for the life of me remember if I turned out my own light or not.

When I woke up I felt like I was in a completely different world. Admittedly I was really relaxed and warm, and it was a very nice feeling, but I just felt so out of place.

Sometimes naps shouldn’t happen, no matter how nice they feel.

I couldn’t see straight for about twenty minutes after I got up, and now I am sitting here just watching Glee.

I’m going to go write something now, I think. There needs to be some kind of productivity come out of tonight!

Emma

The Library at 5:42pm

I came here with the intention of making a quick blog before catching my bus at 5:55.

After attempting to log onto a computer and successfully wasting ten minutes, I got onto the one I am currently occupying, and it worked.

I had every intention of going to all my classes today.
I swear I did.

However I woke up at 12:30pm when my first class was at 2 and I had to catch the 1:10 bus to get there on time, and I was just too tired.

I got the bus at 3:10, got to my conversation class, played scattergories in french, and then met friends for supper.

It was at this supper I made the decision to skip my 5:30 french class.

Of course by the time I checked the bus schedule and realised I’d just missed my bus, I really didn’t want to go into class late, so I came here.

The library.

Normally I would have sat at the bus stop for half an hour listening to music and people watching, but I decided for a change of scenery.

My university is fairly large. It has about 25 buildings that are frequently used by the students, and I only ever use about 5.

I find that whenever I venture to a new part of the university I see a lot of new people, and sometimes I will be introduced to new friends, or just see people I haven’t seen in a long time.

I’m currently in the Queen Elizabeth II Library. The QE2. Almost every time I make a visit here I see someone I haven’t seen in years, or I people watch to my hearts content and see some fascinating characters.

The University Centre is a place I love to be really early in the morning, or really late at night. In the middle of the day I don’t like to be there without friends because it is so over populated at the lunchtime hours. In the morning and nights are the only times I like to be left alone there, and that doesn’t happen often.

French class is twenty minutes in, now, and once I finish this post I’ll bum around the internet for a while before catching a bus home half an hour earlier than I’d usually get home.

When I get home I’ll probably google some recipes, play some games, or read.

It’s a usual evening for me, and I want it to stay this way- but without the guilt of skipping class.

Perhaps I’ll look up my courses for next year now, but It was nice to just write for a little while.

Emma.