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I came in from school today tired as I often do. I had a test today, and I'll have one tomorrow. Lately it seems that I have been taking more tests than ever in my academic career. Usually I feel like I'm not doing anything all semester. Regardless of how I feel about my over-testing, I felt the need for a nap before I started studying. I set my alarm for 10:33.

Ok, you may wonder, "why 10:33? why not 10:30, or some other normal time?"

Well, I'll tell you why. It's because my alarm clock is the spawn of the devil, cast from the heavens to take dominion over my alarm clock. I can no longer chnage the minutes of the alarm without a time consuming process of pressing down the alarm button and repeatedly pressing the minutes button as hard as possible. This yeilds about a one minute change every minute of effort. By the time I'd get to a desired time, it'd be time to wake up.

In any case, the alarm was set and i went to sleep. Some time during my hour nap my cat decided to take up residence behind me. So I slept for what seemed like 5 minutes and my alarmed belched out its nausiating beeping noise and, much like a catapault, I flew up out of bed sending my cat fleeing for its life. It was time to start studying. I turned of the alarm and tried to make up with the cat. The cat wanted no part of my apologies and went to poop.

Knowing the need to study was great, and still exhausted, I gathered my inner stength..I centered my thoughts around studying. I took deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. In. Snore. I didn't dream anything that I can remember, really. It was a rather uneventful nap, but I managed to fall asleep with my arm over my head.

I woke up slowly this time. With no alarm clock insisting that I awaken to the world of studying, I didn't catapult up out of bed. I remained with my arm on my face. But, I didn't know my arm was on my face. I could no longer feel the presence of my arm. I could feel the weight of something on my head, but I couldn't see my arm, because it was placed in such a way where it was completely out of my vision, and I couldn't feel my arm because it was now COMPLETELY NUMB. At some point in my sleepy stupor I came to the conclusion that my arm was no longer attached and was laying on my head. I leaned forward and it fell onto the bed.

On the bed, my arm had it's own ideas about what it wanted to do. I wanted it to wiggle its fingers. It wanted to not wiggle the fingers. In my persistance, however, I managed to convince the arm to, well, not really wiggle the fingers persay, but rather just jiggle a bit. After some time and intense negotiation, we did something that the NHL and its players could not do: we came to an agreement. We both decided  to go about business as usual so that I could once again attempt to study.

But, as you see, my arm got the better of me. It decided to get on the internet so that i'd get no studying at all done, not that I would anyway. As you can see, studying doesn't come easy .