Kicked out of class and not sleeping.

Here I sit on the cold tile...in the hallway...as in on the floor...outside of my classroom. It's starting to feel like 10th grade geography class again. I got kicked out of class. In a nice way though.

Here's the problem: I have the weakest stomach known to man. Here's the second problem: I am a film major. Now the issue here may or may not be obvious, but I would like you to take stock of what movies exist. Think of every NON chick-flick movie. Did it have any blood? Did someone get hurt? How many people died? Did something or someone explode? How many fight scenes?

Okay. Are we catching it? For some reason film class isn't full of analyzing romantic comedies. We TALKED about one once and I practically peed my pants with excitement.

Anyway, back to this tile I'm sitting on. It's freezing my buns off. And it's pretty embarrassing to be 20 years old and be kicked out of class. It's practically grand central station in this hallway and everyone and their mother is passing me with looks of hard core judgment, like sitting in a busy hallway isn't normal. I'd like to explain to all of them that I am not in trouble. I'm just out here because I can't handle the movies they are watching on the other side of that door. But that sounds kinda lame, too.

I finally get to go in now. I hate returning to my seat about as much as I hate leaving it, mainly because I'm so insanely curious about what I missed. Then I'm reminded that I'm still nauseous from the opening scene I accidently saw on my way out and that helps the curiosity die down a little.

Instead of telling you how much I'm wondering what in the world I'm doing in this major, I might as well tell you all the other embarrassing stories film class has caused this week.

I have this huge project coming up and because of it I haven't been sleeping. Like at all. Okay maybe a little, but it's not a lot. Well, anyway, no sleep affects you.

So my sleep-deprived self started the whole week off by doing a prank that went terribly wrong. And I mean terribly wrong. As if that wasn't bad enough, I ended up having an emotional outburst in front of the person I pranked. Like totally unnecessary tears came out of my eyes and I did this weird sobbing noise. Humiliation sums that situation up.

Next, I was walking somewhere and I passed a girl trying to get into this room. Well, being an RA and all, I had the card-key to the room. I asked her if she needed me to let her in. She told me no, her friend was coming. I stood there a moment staring at the door. I kid you not, I have no idea how my brain legitimately stopped without me dying, but I'm fairly sure it did. So there I am staring, and for some unknown reason I decided to disregard her answer and just stepped right in front of her and scanned my card. I think I even did a "your welcome" type of smile. At the same time her friend opened the door and we three stood there at that entrance just kind of looking at each other until I decided to step out of the way. This might be a poor example of how bad this no-sleeping thing is getting, but because I'm so tired I can't remember the good stories to prove it.

This morning I did this embarrassing  yell-at-myself thing out loud as I walked down some stairs. I looked up in time to watch a former professor of mine watching. I had to cover that one up somehow and that took some thinking.

Basically, expect to see the hallway a lot if you decide to become a film major and you have a weak stomach and are overly sensitive. And don't prank people when you haven't slept in a week. The end.