School Daze

Mon 16 March 2009

I don't know what was going on with me last night, but I don't want to do it ever again.

Anyway, I was at college in my room which strangely looked like the second floor of my house. I thought that some Swedish boogeyman was out to get me, and I didn't know why. So I'm sitting in my bed, scared as hell that the Swedish boogeyman was outside, and I had a knife. My door opens and a knife sticks in. I try to shut the door on the boogeyman's hand and get it to drop the knife, which works. I open the door, ready to cut someone, and it's - my mom? And she's crying? The fuck? Anyway, I bring her in my room, close the door and try to comfort her, when someone knocks on my door. I tell them I'll be there in a minute, but they're insistent. I finally relent after 10 seconds of banging on my door, and it's someone from the college. I give my knife and my mom's knife to her and ask what the hell's going on here. She replies with, and I shit you not:

"You've never slept at Mudd during finals, have you?"

Around this time I wake up. It's 6:30 AM. I don't get back to sleep until 7:30 AM.