hmmm

It's Friday, I'm done with class, and I'm well fed. Life is good. I got my grades back on both of the exams I had on Wednesday. I am a calculus god. I got a 100% on that baby. Feel free to bow down any time now. Now on to psych, the exam that I thought kicked my butt. I felt like I was guessing on every question. I always knew I was a good guesser, but not that good. I ended up doing better than the last exam, and when you add in the curve points the mismatching professor gave us, I end up with a 94%. Again, bowing down is not necessary, but is much appreciated. I guess I need not stress out so much.
In other news... this morning my roommate was like, "do you know that you talk in your sleep?" I was like, "what? what are you talking about!?" It turns out that this past week she's noticed me sleep talking and she said I was actually yelling last night. Odd. No one has ever noticed me do this in the past. I know my sister talks in her sleep quite frequently. She has since we were kids, but I've never been accused of it myself. It kind of disturbs me in a way. I wonder why I'm doing it and what I'm saying. It's kind of eery, not remebering. My roommate says she's never been able to understand what I'm saying, and that sometimes it's just gibberish. I kept telling her sorry. I hope it never creeped her out or woke her up.
Well, now I'm gonna go work out. Stop laughing.