A hard lesson to learn

Here I am a senior in college and have never run into what happened to me last night and this morning. I am an admitted avid procrastinator. To make a long story short and stay away from venting about one of my professors I had two papers due today, which if I remember correctly luckily has never happened in my years of college. One was a group research paper, which is the stupidest thing I have very heard of, seeing as I hate group work and I suck at writing papers since I procrastinate. Needless to say I waited until yesterday and last night to work on them both. I only had to write a minimum of 4 pages on each paper, which you would think would be easy but there was, for lack of a better word, a lot of BSing in the group paper. The other paper was a regular interpretation of a work, which can be hard depending on the work. I finished the interpretation paper last night around 8 and started on the other one. I got two pages on that one and then quit around 10:30 and went to bed. I slept until I got up at six beside the two time I woke up but I don't think I got to much sleep last night because I was stressing. I can overstress about things and that is what happened today. I got up finished my part on the group paper and went to the school computer lab to print my interpretation paper. Lesson learned - as I told mom I only have one more year left.

My experience with "The Birds"

Everybody remembers the movie by Alfred Hitchcock called The Birds. Well, I had a personal experience yesterday morning. Buddy and I were in my room minding our own bussiness when we hear a bird chirping. I had the back door open so Buddy could go in and out as he pleased. I fiquired we were hearing the bird from ouside so I didn't go investigate. The chirping stopped and then starts up again so Buddy decided to go investigate. I see him causiously walk into the kitchen, refer to fiquer 1.1 for explaination (i have been in school too long), and into the back room. Meanwhile I'm soaking up the ability to be on the Internet seeing as my computer didn't start up for two days. I see Buddy out of the corner of my eye come into the living room. I don't think anything about it until I here him jumping around like he is playing with something. First I think, Buddy doesn't have any toys in the living room to be playing with, then I think, Oh crap Buddy has caught the bird and is playing with a dead bird in my living room. So I relunctantly and anxiously walk into the living room. I see the bird on top of the bookcase and Buddy raring up on his hind legs trying to get him. Of course he can't because he is a small dog and the bookcase almost reaches the ceiling. The bird (I am sure) is freaking out at this point because he has two things that thinks will hurt him, not knowing Buddy and I are the biggest wimps in all of Tuscaloosa. I'm thinking the whole time maybe the bird will fly out by himself and I won't have to do anything. Well, the bird flys into the back room and onto the headboard of a bed that is back there. I put my brothers clothes that he left here when he went to Atlanta on this bed. At this time I'm thinking please don't crap because I will have to be the one to clean it up. So I go back in the kitchen and shut the door between the kitchen and the back room, leaving Buddy there and hoping he will get the bird out. Well, he is sitting in front of the exit to get outside. Of course the bird isn't going to leave with him sitting there so I call him into the kitchen and I go into the back room and shut the door behind me. Obviously Buddy is not going to solve the problem as I'd hoped. I walk over by the head board and the bird and I are looking eye to eye with each other. Both with fear in our eyes. I see one of my brothers shirts and I grab it and begin to use it as a little coaxing method to get the bird to go in the direction of the door. This is where Alfred Hitchcock comes in. The bird decides he does not like this and I see it flying toward my face. So I throw down the shirt, try to protect my head by bending it down and bending my knees, and scream. I look up to find the bird back on the headboard looking at me once again. So realizing I have failed once again and wondering what the heck am I going to do to get this bird out of my house and hoping it will happen soon because I need to leave to go to class. So I go into the kitchen and Buddy goes back into the back room. I look back in to back room and the bird has flown in a board that had previously been nailed up there, which is right by the door. At this time there is hope. Now Buddy and I are both staring at the bird wondering what the bird is going to do next, like in the living room. Well, the bird flys at me once again. This time I have my hand on the door knob and quickly shut the door, trying to prevent another Hitchcock moment. It works, so I open the door again wondering where it has gone. I look around and cautiously look in the laundry room and he is nowhere to be found. I guess after he flew at me he flew back outside. It was a frightening experience, but funny afterwards.