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Got grades finally. Grr at those. I'm still rather angry that I got a B on the Spanish final thus leaving me with a B+ for semester because I conjugated a section of verbs into the wrong tense. The wrong tense correctly, but not the tense he wanted. The suckiest bit is that I'm really good at the tense he wanted--I've been using it with no problems for years when everybody else only really learned it this year. C in math, which I expected after the whole test/quiz fiasco earlier in the quarter. Pulled an A for semester in chemistry, though, which is nice seeing as how she doesn't like me and resorted to her non-math to keep me at a B for all of last year and first quarter this year. Also especially nice seeing as there's looking like no way that I can get one for this quarter, for the reason detailed below.

Big science project is due tomorrow today. I really hope that the files that I pulled off of one of the group members' school account for some of the written stuff isn't his final copy. It fits what we were originally going to do, but it was like he didn't pay attention to anything we actually did so that the planning writeup bits don't fit our project at all. So I'm rewriting those. Before, I was just like "Fine. I'll just go with what they've got." But I didn't know it was going to be this bad.
And I'm on the laptop and it doesn't havae Microsoft Office, so I can't check the powerpoint presentation thingie (which I know is the latest/final version) to see if it's as royally fucked up as the writeup.

And you know, I was so laid back about the whole thing. I figured I'd trust what the other members did (which is something that I tend to not be able to do unless they're my friends and I trust their intellegence) because they are some of them are reportedly somewhat intellegent. Evidently rumors of their (really, I'm just talking about the one who did the writeup) intellegence were greatly exaggerated. If this is the kind of shit that's going to get turned in with my name on it, I don't know what I'm going to do. There's no way that I can redo the project, as it's already half past one in the morning and I'm nowhere near done what I've been working on so far. I've got to get off of this computer and switch to the other one so I can input some last minute data into a spreadsheet thingie, which I wanted to do really quickly and throw into the powerpoint so I could talk about it and show people the table, but the two unintellegentest (totally a word) ones decided that what they had was fine (so totally not) and so I'm going to get asked why the stuff I'm talking about isn't in the presentation and I'm just going to point my fingers at them because I freaking did everything I was supposed to. And I did it well. After conceeding to their idiotic idea for a project just because we had to start something or we wouldn't get anything done at all and then fixing aforementioned idiocy into a somewhat workable project more or less by myself and devising a formula to calculate the stuff by myself and then telling them that evidently they didn't get what I was saying and the project wasn't going to work the way they had it, and then changing it, and then doing the data figuring, and doing more than half of the powerpoint. . . .

Whatever. Did some stuff, didn't do the rest of it. I've done my part.

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Volleyball started up again. Not yay for working, but yay for getting money.

There was somebody there that had some kind of fragrance stuff on during the last game. I was paying even less attention than normal already because I decided to throw my mp3 player in one of my ears because it's so darn boring already, and then somebody had to go and smell exactly like my first (and only serious and longlasting) crush. And because of the whole scent connected loads to memory thing, I was like *swoonangstsigh*. I only'd get a whiff of it every once and a while, and so I'd just have started paying attention to the game again when all of a sudden I'm literally looking around for Michelle. The memory is that vivid in my mind that I was actually wondering where she was before realizing that there was no way that she was actually there.

As much as I tell myself I've gotten over her. . . it hasn't happened yet.

Not doing my mock trial work. For some reason, I've been feeling like I'm going to throw up for the past hour. It's not like nausea, but like a weird lump in my throat that I can't get out.

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Had a couple of dreams (two nights in a row, which is weird for me) when I was in Texas that I never wrote down, even though I was planning on doing it straight away.

And I can totally explain/rationalize both of them (though not last night's at all), which is cool.

In the first one, I was staying home from school because we were adopting a baby (my parents, I mean) and then I was going to take the baby to school with me to show my friends and I parked in the back parking lot (which is odd, because I haven't yet bothered to get my license) at my school, but then somehow I was walking up to my old elementary school's front doors. I don't get the school switching thing, but this was the night that I met my second cousins (was Christmas eve night, I think) who were babies, therefore baby dream.

And the second. Imminently more interesting. Before bed that night I had been watching some Real Medical Mysteries type show (which, after reading the blurb, I immediately realized is just like House only without the predictable treatment patterns, gimpy doctor, and really short diagnosis time). And in it, this doctor wife lady was poisoning her doctor husband with castor stuff, and they made a rather big deal on the show about how that's the stuff they make ricin from. So the dream was rather like so.

I was a doctor. (I get that kind of thing a lot.) At PPTH, because that's fun. And there was a biohazard/chemical leak/something type thing going on and Cameron and I (I actually remember thinking in the dream about whether I should try to get Cameron and Cuddy together or leave it, as I somehow knew that it was Cameron/me, and then deciding that I should just try to get Cuddy in on it because then it would be Cameron/me/Cuddy, and that's just hot) were like the first ones to notice it, so we were telling everybody (the scene I can actually remember of the telling took place seemingly right out side of the basement/cafeteria of my church) to grab the mask/breathy things (that were all hanging on hooks right outside the room everybody was in) and get out of there.

And there was more, but the next bit I can remember is everybody on a school bus type thing and nobody really knew what was going on and Cameron was about to stand up and explain, but I noticed that Cuddy had just gotten on the bus and I put a hand on Cameron's shoulder and was like "This is something Lisa needs to do."

Yeah. So, really easy to figure out. Baby one because I had been playing with babies, House themed biohazard one because I watched a Houseish show with talk about biohazard stuff.

Figure out this one.

I remember an image popping into my head just as I was falling asleep, and I think I pulled myself back from sleep long enough to go "oh, so this is going to be a Star Trek dream", because Seven just decided to pop into my brain. Haven't been watching Star Trek lately, haven't read any Voyager lately, so no idea there.

And it was, more or less. I only remember flashes of this one, but Seven was being all vulnerable and sad and I ran over all *cuddles*. And then I was in the bathroom in my basement, but it was also like a bedroom at times and not a bathroom. And between the bathroom and the basement living room in my house there's like a bit where the room is skinnier because there's a bunch of stuff, and in that space my biology teacher was. . . erm, teaching. I never saw the students, but he was. And somehow I knew that it was the other bio class, the year above me. And in the bathroom, up near the wall closest to the living room bit, there were shrimp. Lots of them. Dead ones. And they were floating. Yeah. No idea. And I poked my head out, and was like "Erm, did you know that there are shrimp floating in here?" And he gave me this almost patronizing "Yes," and it was very much a 'you don't get it because you're not in Bio 2' (and I totally could be, but I chose to stagger my science courses so I could take the big tests right after I finished the bio sequence and not have to wait a year). So I suppose that's probably my feelings of inferiority because I chose to take bio later (though not later, really, just with the people my age) and so I'm no longer ahead in what's actually my best subject.

But yeah, there's more. So here I was in the amazing transfiguring bathroom/bedroom, and I think the shrimp left or something, because I don't remember them being there after that. And the whole reason I was in TATB/B was because I was setting up the bed to go to sleep in. With Seven. I don't know why. And not like that, unfortunately either. And I had my top off or something for some reason, I was changing or whatever, and then Chakotay walks in. The Voyager senior staff (really just Chakotay, Janeway, Paris, Tuvok, and Kim), turns out, was sitting on the couch past the makeshift biology classroom. And I was surprisingly cool with it, he came in to wash his hands or whatever, but then he gives me this malicious smirk and leaves the door wide open when he leaves. And I was like "thanks a bloody lot." I dislike Chakotay immensely, and this obviously carried over into the dream. I figure this has something to do with when somebody comes back into my bedroom when I'm trying to sleep and opens the door to tell me something, but then leaves the light on and the door open, necessitating my getting out of bed and walking to the door to close it and turn off the light and then walking back, which is annoying as all get out. But then Janeway comes in a few seconds after he leaves and smiles at me, rolling her eyes back at him, and closes the door. So that was nice.

Oh, and I totally just realized where the Star Trek bit came from. Not the Seven and me/Seven bits, but I was watching a music video yesterday, I just remembered, called "Loser". And it was basically Chakotay bashing put to music. And lots of the shots had Janeway shooting/attempting to hypospray into oblivion/seemingly mocking him. So that's the whole Janeway and Chakotay bit. And bio I figured out just as I was writing it too. So that leaves the Seven bit. Nothing is forthcoming at this moment. We'll just blame it on the fact that I've been watching a lot of The L Word lately, the music video was of Star Trek (though Seven was the first thing I saw, even before I was entirely asleep, and she wasn't in that vid), and Seven/me is cool. It was definitely not a sexual thing, though, I got that. Slightly sexual, I mean, but not sexual as in actual sexing, more of a comfort thing.

Oddness. Yay for dream interpretation. I'm pretty good at that.