Sometimes I think my toes have frostbite

Sometimes I have nightmares that wake me up at 2:30 a.m. and have me tossing and turning until 4:45 a.m. when my alarm goes off to get me up for the gym. This bothers me.

After the gym I showered and readied myself for the last place I wanted to be. Weber State University. All in all I feel school is a good thing, however, when it's frickin freezing outside, and slushy wet, I would much rather stay home. I bit the bullet and drove on Devil's Avenue (aka Harrison Blvd), parked, and headed to class. By the time I reached the building, water and slush had gotten into my shoes and my toes were frozen. I need galoshes.

Also, sometimes I do my friends' homework so that they will join me at the gym in the morning. Danielle can't write herself a bloody one page paper on what would happen if she were a guy, so I milked it. I am amazed at Danielle's talent (I call it that because she is rather good at it) for forgetting things. Like her assignment that is in my back pack. I wonder if she let me hike down to the Institute building (yes I'm taking an institute class everyone applaud) on purpose before calling me to tell me she forgot to grab her assignment. Awesome.

My feet are freezing, I can't understand my British Lit professor who comes from the south and I'm convinced is chemically imbalanced if not annoyingly liberal, and I'm still waiting on books that should have been here days ago. Oh the memoir of a college student. Scrounging for entertainment, and selling her plasma for cash.