Eternal Sunshine On The Spotty Mind

A bright sunny morning......perfect for lazily sleeping.........I pull myself out of my bed and shout like a troll in front of illusionary's door to destroy her peace, serenity and sanity (not that either of us have much of whatever it is, anyway)........She wakes up theoretically awake and practically asleep.......or is it the other way round???.......(~thinking~).......So, then.......I return to my bed with a fortnight old unwashed bed sheet (don't you dare think "gross!" !!!)........and I become the Sleeping Beauty (Don't you dare think "a Dozing Bulldozer" is more applicable!!!).......My alarm disturbs me before being pounded rudely shut......Ahh! My professor was juggling marks which were getting more rounded features by each passing moment.....then suddenly! Voldemort comes and curses those marks and i pound Voldemort's head which is very slimy......i search for a soap frantically........illusionary wont let me have the soap because she likes the colour of the soap which is actually invisible.......flauccinaucinihilipilificator and Tannyspeak are speaking in Hebrew which comes across as Swahili to illusionary and me.......Then suddenly I jump on a trampoline and land back upon it....I get sucked into a Blackhole which is actually made of strings......(which even play Opera music)........which rings and rings and rings........as I open my eyes the ringing continues wafting through the windows, from two floors above........I coolly check my watch......whereupon realisation gives me a knock-out punch! I had missed the 2nd class too!!!........I decide to wash the clothes which have been patiently drowning for.....how am I supposed to remember since when???.........Completing torturing my clothes I glance at my clock to realise if I do not get ready in 5 minutes 20 seconds and 3 milliseconds, I will probably miss my 3rd class as well........(as much as I am tempted my conscience pokes its trident into me that I must not waver from my eternal duty to harass my professors).........I cross rivers and lakes( Seriously! I am NOT talking about drains and muddy puddles!!!).......I scale mountains (I do not mean the steep shortcut!).......I rush towards the class(No, I don't perform an impromptu 100 metres, just a 200).....escaping a harried dragon on the way(No, not the prof)......and reach my destination......I give an evil grin and immediately wake up sleep-writing illusionary......(she was taking the prof's notes not even realising he had fled to some safer haven)........she looks at me blurry-eyed as if high.......and before she could utter a word, a monstrous pygmy screeches his war-cry from behind leaving skid-marks on our brains - the result of a pathetic if not a very pathetic incomprehensible joke -.....and finishing with a sentence that leaves the room spinning around me............."No Class for the day!"