Iiiiiiiii wanna beeeee anarchyyyyy

So, I've been house sitting for my friend since last Friday. She has this cute house with a cute car and a cute kitten, all of which have been great. Being my friend rules. Until around 5 am this morning.

Her cat sleeps on my feet every night and last night she got up around 4 and was playing with something underneath the door that is on the right of the bed. So I get up to unlatch the door (that's right, unlatch, it's an old school bedroom) and find this weird little mini room complete with red spray painted anarchy signs and names or something, I couldn't really see very well and I didn't particularly want to hang out in the small room at 5 am.

At 5 am this is not something I wanted to find next to me. Especially since I am blind without my contacts in and am afraid of ghosts. I closed the door, latched it, and wonder what went on in that room. I'd like to take pictures of this, but I can't get up enough guts to go into the mini room again. My friend comes back in 2 days...I look forward to asking her what the hell that mini room is for.

Baby when the lights go out...

Tonight, whilst invigilating, all the lights went out 20 minutes into the exam. The students panicked, I thought I was temporarily blind, and then I came home and noticed this:

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Done.

I want to be done.

Done.

That is all.

Steph goes boom.

I am extremely frustrated as of late. I feel like every time I accomplish one thing, something else rears its ugly head. The mountain of work that I'm tackling is soon going to topple and land right on my head. You'll find me buried under a huge pile of books, essays, and my laptop (which I think may deliver the final blow). I'm tired, I haven't been this tired for a long time. My mom kept commenting to me that my "eyes are yellow, jaundice" and I didn't believe her until I took a picture of myself (which I refuse to post here, it's brutal, just imagine it) and saw how tired my eyes looked.

Anyway, back to my frustration. I feel like I will never stop presenting. I am a terribly nervous presenter, no one would ever guess I used to win elementary school speech competitions (then again, no one would ever guess I won the grade 11 math award...I'm the kind of person who asks what 8x4 is only to think the answer is 28...in my mind 8 plus 8 is 16 and 16 plus 8 is 20 and 20 plus 8 is 28...and that's also true). I just want to know when I started being so bad at presentations, when I started not being able to sleep the nights leading up to my presentation. I believe it was grade 6, when instead of doing my speech, I pretended I had thrown up in the bathroom minutes before I was supposed to do a 1 minute speech and ended up not having to do it until the following week. This only taught me that I couldn't delay the inevitable and yet, every time, I try.

If you've ever taken a class with me, you'll have noticed that I do anything to get out of presenting. I will pass the buck, duck behind books, try to get other presenters to have to chat for so long that the class ends without me having to present, say I'm sick, etc. If there is a way to not present, I've figured it out and have used it. But last week, this week and next week, I'll be presenting every few days and it's really starting to get to me.

I'm not looking for tips on how to be a good presenter, because the time for that has long passed and once I get started, it usually turns out much better than expected. What I do want, however, is sleep. I want my eyes to stop being so sore and yellow. (Not having to present ever again would just be the icing on the REM-cake.)

A poster.