I have a lot to do this weekend.  Some of it is definitely more domestic, but it will serve it's purpose for being a distraction from studying.  I have a quiz on Monday in my despised Linguistics class, a history test on Tuesday, and a paper due on RIII for Wednesday.  Have I ever mentioned that I hate Shakespeare with a passion?

I've also found that I don't have a lot to say on lj anymore.  Maybe it's just feeling too overwhelmed by everything else to want to talk about it.  Or not feeling like stringing coherent thoughts into words that make sense to anyone else. 

And the advertisement next to the text box is grammatically atrocious. "A perfect dream house.  More than 5 Lakh Property to choose from"
I kid you not.  My inner English major is crying in a corner.

I had a weird dream last night.  I was apparently trying on this super girly shirt that in rl, I would never even look at.  For some reason, in the dressing room, there was some guy in there.  I don't know why.  Anyway.  I'm apparently having difficulty getting out of the shirt (complete with furious hopping around),and the guy yells for me to get down.  So I'm huddled in the corner of this dressing room (which somehow resembles a bathroom stall complete with metal partitions) getting shot at.  And mentally panicking.  And also trying to be as small as possible since apparently the bullets are relatively close to hitting me.  Then I woke up.  

I was very confused.