Fact or Fable?

This morning, I woke up at 11:30. Which, by the way, is late for me! I went down the hall, and just walked around the kitchen, my mom being on the phone with my dad. They talked for a few more minutes and then my mom hung up the phone.
"Well, well, it's about time you woke up!" she said to me.
I mean, I'm sorry I woke up a little late so I couldn't help Dad out at work today, but come on! I took Nyquil last night before I went to sleep, so I'm going to be a little tired. Plus...it's nap weather out the wahoo today :]
Anyway, I have a few things that I need to do for school:
I have to write a paper for English.
I have to study for my history and math exams coming up.
And I have to finish my math homework :[
For the English paper, I have to copy and paste (pretty much) a fable- a long fable- and then put the moral to the story in my own words, and then I have to conclude it with an analogy. So I have to compare the fable that I choose to an experience that could happen in real life. I mean, that's what I'm getting out of it, anyway.

So I think later...I'm going to pop open Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire since that's my FAVORITE book, and then afterwards, possibly take a nap.

Oh, why not do that now? The paper's not due til tomorrow! And my exams aren't until NEXT week. So, you know, whatever.

I think something is bothering me, though. Like, that in a week I have to take (and probably fail) an Algebra test. Or maybe it's that this next Tuesday (not as in in the next three days...but a week from this Tuesday) is mine and Kevin's "anniversary" and I don't know if he'll even try to do anything for it, let alone remember it. Plus, well, he has evening classes every Tuesday and Thursday. And my history exam is on that day. But still...we could squeeze in a lunch date, right? Oh, I don't know. I'm just...scared it doesn't matter to him anymore. Like so many other things.

I did have a dream about him last night.
We were in high school still, and it was supposed to be pouring down rain. And I was scared that I was going to be soaked the second I stepped outside. Kevin, seeming to read my mind, went to an old teacher's classroom (Mr. Palermo) and tried to open the door. But the teacher came out to the hallway and said that his classroom was closed. But Kevin stuck a 10 dollar bill in the crack of the door, and then got the teacher's huge umbrella that could cover 4+ people out of his classroom somehow. He opened it up, and we walked proudly down the hallway as people pointed and laughed at us. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever, though, and didn't care what other people were saying. By the time we got outside, it was pouring down rain. Kevin told me to stay where I was while he got his car because he was taking me home. So I stood on the sidewalk, and he ran out into the rain.

I don't know. I thought it was a cute dream. How he was doing everything for me that he could think of.

Well, I better get started on this paper.
:-/