Ever since I finished my last day of class at KU, I've had the same dream every few weeks.
In my dream, it's the week of finals and as I map out what day each of my finals are, I realize that I totally forgot that I enrolled in a class and thus never attended it. To make it that much weirder, the forgotten class in last night's dream was Advanced Typing. Seriously? I did not attend college in the 60s or the 70s and I'm pretty sure that it's not even a class anymore. Yet, I still panic and freak out because it means that I don't actually get to graduate. Without the dumb typing class, I'm still three credit hours short.
Isn't that the suckiest dream ever? It's very stressful and I wake up in a subconscious panic. Not a good way to start the day.
Brave Megan move of the week: (I think I shall try something daring each week to keep life interesting from now on, we'll see how long it lasts) Last night, I walked from the Sembawang MRT station, which is the closest one to our house, all the way down to S21 Hawker Stall by my lonesome and in the dark. Singapore is one of the safest places on Earth so don't freak out, Sis or Mom. When I got there, I ordered us dinner: pineapple rice, mee goreng and some beef dish that I didn't know how to pronounce and wasn't even sure what was in it. Take a risk, I told myself. After the cab ride home, Aaron and I tried the new dish and it was DELICIOUS. It was just a glorified black pepper flavored beef and noodles concoction. At least that's what I'm going to tell myself. Aaron pointed out a good point last night: when it comes to Asian food, it usually tastes better when you don't know exactly what's in it. As long as I don't see eyeballs looking at me in my sauce, I think that phrase will work.
2016 WY/MT Trip
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