It's the middle of the night here at Wesleyan, and I just had an Aggie experience. I know I was asleep, but it was the edge of conciousness when your know you are asleep and you use every ounce of yourself to fight against it like something is holding you down. The thing is, this time it felt almost like I wasn't in control of my own body, as if I ws "temporarily occupied". Again I was asleep, but it was freako weird. I had to reassure myself of my wakefulness when I finally woke myself up, part of which is typying this. Was it Aggie? Was it that half-gallon of hot chocolate I had beofre bed? Who knows, but I wish my roomie was here... :(

PS: My dorm was built in 1894 and is said to be haunted by the spirit of a student who died in the 20's of menengitis. Just a heads up. No prior problems in the last year and a half, I think I just like scaring the poop out of myself. Back to bed it is then.

Teaching is a nerve-wracking thing. I go once a week to Elkins high school to help with a zoology class, and it almost kills me with anxiety. I need to realize that I'm not in high school anymore, they are. I'm not getting a grade, they are. I'm actually getting paid! Anyway, the students seem so much younger and stupider than I remember high school being like. I am truly old :-(

In other news, KAPPA PHI ALUMNI REUNION IS SATURDAY!!! I must get organized, or those alumni are going to hate me...

So...damn...sleepy....

All I can seem to accomplish lately is sleep. If I try to sit down and study in the middle of the day, I'm asleep. My brain is in a continuous fuzzy haze, like someone has pumped goose down in through my ears and nose. My brain is resting... So much to do, tests and papers and projects, and still it snoozes up there, wrapped in a coccoon of warm and fuzzy feathers... How will I ever awaken it? Caffiene is a temporary fix, and cold air makes it snuggle more snugly. Must...sleep....

Sure wish my contact would stop scratching my eyeball up. I don't look good all cockeyed and crazy.

Yesterday was the official day, celebrating 3 years with Nick. That's a freaking long time, showing that I must love the guy, right ;-)

Justin is back with a new site, www.consumingconfusing.com. Be sure to visit him and spread some love. Welcome back!

It's a running joke with my friends that I love signing up for and receiving free stuff in the mail. The other day, I got a package notice in my campus mail box. This is greatly exciting, since mail is a college student's best friend. All through lunch, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, just waiting to go pick up this package. When I got it, it was from an unfamilar company and looked like a book mailer envelope. I was having a little trouble with the "pull to open" tab, so I got my good ole' roomie Lauran to grab it and pull while I held the envelope. As it started to pull open, my boyfriend Nick annouces to the group of about 5 friends watching that he bets it's a "porn book" since I got one of those as a freebie last year (long story). The first thing we can see on the book is a dog's head. The book is face down. Lauran turns it over to read "Good in Bed." Teresa's friends dissolve into laughter. Lauran opens it to a random page to read a discussion of some sexual encounter, then flips forward to a part about the main character's lesbian mother. The reading of this book continues as we all walk across campus to our one o'clock class. Teresa is greatly embarrassed and defends herself. A good time is had by all. Turns out, it's not a porn book, but a New York Times bestselling novel which my friends all claimed laughingly they would read. Oh well, to them, it will always be a porn book