Finals were today. I did well as far as I know, and hopefully I won't get thwacked over the head or charged by a bear two days before finals again. Brighid is constantly reminding me not to worry about things, and yesterday she also went, "And remember to do some needlework."
So last night I practiced embroidery for an hour, and I expected to get a bit of school-related imbas when I stopped, but instead I just felt tired in a good way. And I'm like "Brighid? This isn't hurting the finals problem, but it's not really helping either.""Well, how do you expect to get things done if your hands are itchy? You're always MOVING."
"So... should I do some needlework again tomorrow?""If you want, but this is fine."
And now that my somewhat rushed essay for Asian-American studies has been turned in on time thanks to my flash-drive, Brighid is now telling me not to worry about the grade I'll get on it. Or my general grade in that class.
Then there's how my school's website is being a shitty piece of shit and not working again, two weeks before the semester ends, when people kind of need to start thinking about enrolling for summer classes.
Again: "Don't worry, you'll be fine. This always happens, doesn't it?" And unfortunately, the fact that it always happens is why I'm so pissed about it.
Around yesterday at noon while I was getting ready for my group's meeting, there was a show about Alaskan grizzlies while I was eating lunch. NORTH + GRIZZLIES = "As if I wasn't going to mention the bear-stuff before, but it's definitely a sign that I'm on the right track."( The journey.Collapse )
And you know the rhyme that came into my head the day the Bruin came up? I got another past-life vision that night where a group of men went on a bear-hunt.( A very detailed one.Collapse )
Then the Bruin went "SLEEP NOW."
Which accidentally triggered my anxiety because considering my bad/weird dreams, meeting a dead person that afternoon, and my tendencies to end up in weird places when I accidentally dream-travel, I didn't want to go to sleep even though I knew I probably needed it. So he draped a foreleg on me and waited very patiently for me to stop squirming (ten minutes later).
And what do you know, I got a really good five hours of sleep.