.....8 am.....

Amenah's Upper Consciousness (AUC): AMEEEEENAH!!!! Wake up! Rise and SHINE!

Me: raroooo gggirglie lumoba....

AUC: You don't want to be late, now do you?

Me: What? What? What day is it???!

AUC: It's...TUESDAY! Your favorite day....

Me: Uh...and you are? And....uh.....why.... why Tuesday?

AUC: Tuesday? You were born on a Tuesday in 1983. And I. I am your personal assistant. Man, we go through this EVERY day....

Me: Wrong. I was born on Friday. Am I really that old? My personal assistant? Wait, I don't pay you, do I? I mean, I'm broke. Seriously, a broke grad student.....I can't even pay for a ticket to APHA....And I just paid for a stinking new tire....Some mean person slashed it....I better not be paying you....

AUC: Look, enough nonsense. You've got to get going, lazy bones. Quit stalling. You've got to clean the community room, answer 25 emails, do something with that dreadful hair, reply to some more emails, [can we please not take 3 hours figuring out what to wear?], make some lunch/eat some breakfast (we both know your tummy is demanding), get to Social and Behavioral, eat lunch rushedly, meet Mark, go to Epi III, do your Epi III HW, [can we pllllleeeease go running today?], visit the family [i MISS our NIECE!], study for PubH Genetics, write some cover letters, [okay, maybe for your sake, we'll schedule some procrastination time], and can you pleeeease settle on a topic for our masters? I mean, we are graduating in the spring, right?

Me: Wait, who are you? And she's MY niece! And give me a break on the master's thing, I've been enrolled in 5...errr... I mean 6 classes this term....

AUC: I can not believe that you didn't know you were enrolled in 6 classes! Who enrolls in 6 classes, and then goes around thinking she's in 5? Can you COUNT? For crying out loud....I'm gonna need to apply for a transfer if you don't get it together.

Me: Oh, so now it's all about me, what happened to the WE?

AUC: We, you, me. Whatever. And then you need to make a list of supplies you need for your 'catering' thing, you know, for the chicken curry dinner for 150 people....Call your mother. Call your brother. Call....

Me: Let me get out of bed at least....

.....some unknown time later, in social and behav class.....

Me: boy, class is always so interesting....I can't believe the gov't actually subsidizes 1.5 billion dollars for tobacco farming. I mean, that is a lot of new shoes. And farming has really decreased since 1820....I really should work out, that obesity epidemic is probably infectious by culture. That's quite...I can't believe he just said that WHO is not really that important....! Sigh...Did we schedule in some time to think about.....Hey, AUC, are you there????

AUC: If you're talking about a particular boy, NO. Pay attention in class!

Me: But.......

AUC: Gi. GI. No buts.

Me: Homecoming was this weekend, and there was a parade....Carleton never threw parades...

AUC: Ameeeenah. Foooooocus......

Me: Ok ok....But the drums were really loud!

.......to be continued when AUC allows Me to write again......