mondays are just fabulous.... not

i got shouted out of bed at 7:50 by my dad who had been apparently trying to wake me up for 50 minutes by banging on the door and ringing the bell because my ears are full of wax and i go practically deaf when im asleep. i cant even hear the doorbell in this room at the best of times and the back door is nearly on the other side of the house. he doesnt have a house key which doesnt help. i was up late cleaning up after the dog who had an upset stomach all over the floor too, and cleaning up after a dog thats had diorreha in the middle of the night is never fun. Poor Jed, he looked so guilty, sat in his bed with his ears down. ive been awake for half an hour and my hearing is only just starting to get back to normal after being asleep and its still muffled on the right hand side. ive got used to sleeping through noise as i sleep with my window open a lot of the time and theres a building site right outside the student flats where ive lived for the past 2 uni years. they start making noises like drills and hammering at about 6:30 am which is pretty much when he started banging on the door so my brain probably thought it was something to do with that if it did hear it, i used to be such a light sleeper before i lived there. now i can sleep through heavy machinery and hammering going on with my window open, though my ears being so muffled when im asleep doesnt help. i told the doctor about it weeks ago but he never did anything about it...just told me to put olive oil drops in my ears which have done nothing.

i was up late reading stuff for my essay thats due in next monday and trying to make some sense out of the powerpoint presentations of the lecture notes. its on Primitivism, a topic that i have no understanding of whatsoever...i swear most stuff written about art uses made up words. all the lectures use these huge long words that none of the students have ever heard before but dont get explained to us, nearly everyone doing the same one im doing leaves the lecture hall with only a vague idea of what we are supposed to know. it doesnt help that i missed a few of the seminars due to various things like my stress based illness flaring up.

i have a week to write 1500 words on a topic i dont understand...how fun. im dreading my dissertation in 4th year, i think thats about 50,000 words *eep*
im good at the drawing side of the course but the writing really lets me down. i got an A for my painting coursework and a C for my essay. im good at creative writing but no matter what i do i seem to be hopeless at writing essays. I seriously need to get myself checked out for dyslexia, its getting harder and harder for me to read things and take in the information. i can write ok but my brain doesnt seem to be processing what it reads as well as it should. im spending my whole time training the side of the brain that doesnt do the writing, thats the problem, ive been training the drawing side which deals with images but no words or numbers, and ive noticed the better i get at drawing the worse i get at reading and writing.
i should probably start reading more...i need to read Twilight so i can give it back to the freind who lent me it as ive had it for months. i misplaced it whilst moving from one room to another and only just found it again (sorry Iona)

ah well. i get my new glasses today, though with how today is going they will have the wrong lenses in or something