The Hunger Games

I love to read and I do it fast, specially when I’m enjoying the story. Still, I’ve just broken my personal record because I’ve read The Hunger Games in less than 24h.

A few weeks ago, everyone on Facebook started talking about this book and how much they loved it and were looking forward to the movie. I saw the trailer and decided I’d read the book as soon as I finished the one I was reading. I commented that with a friend and a few days later, she sent me an e-mail with the pdf of the three books of the trilogy. Like me, she also wanted to read the book before watching the movie.

At 5h20 am I got to Part III and made myself stop and go to bed. Guess what? I dreamt I was Katniss and that I was in the arena fighting for my life.I swear I tried to resist, and I did for a few days! But yesterday, I opened the first book and started reading, just to see if it would be worth a try. I ended up spending about 7h in front of the computer, with just two small breaks – bathroom and night snack. My eyes were stinging and my muscles were stiff but I just couldn’t stop reading.

Right now, I plan on finishing the book I was reading before. I can’t decide which book will be next. Even though I’ve been wanting to read O Último Segredo for a while now, I think I won’t enjoy it as much as I could if I read it next. The book I’m reading now and the one I read before that are written by the same author and have the same main character, but because they have a lot of information in it, it’s taking me longer than it should to finish. Yes, maybe it’s better if I let my mind clear for a while before reading that one.

Next stop: Catching Fire.

Contagion

Damn.

I’m sick.

I’m also a little creeped out because this afternoon I was watching the movie Contagion and about half way through I stopped and thought “Wow, I have those symptoms…”.

No, what I have it’s not some suggestion-induced disease, it all started last Tuesday. I spent all day sneezing, but two or three days later I was better. Yesterday afternoon , I developed some coughing though, and today it was worse…

On weekends, I usually wake up around 11am and go back to sleep until 2 or 3pm. Today, as usual, I woke up at about 11h15am but I couldn’t go back to sleep, even though I tried for almost 45 minutes. I felt like I had been hit by a truck, all my muscles were sore and I just didn’t feel comfortable in bed, so I got up. I thought I had slept in a bad position or something, it happened before, but as the day progressed everything got worse.

I haven’t felt like this in years. When I was young, I was sick a lot, but as I grew up, I got better and now I rarely even catch a cold. I can’t believe my immune-system failed me… I trusted you!!In the middle of the movie, I got up to go to the kitchen to drink some water, and I noticed that I could barely move my legs. Just the clothes touching my skin made it hurt. I have felt like that before, so I didn’t panic, but I wildly thought of my 92-years-old grandmother… I had to do every movement in slow motion. I also had a minor fever and then a headache came to join the “party”, which contributed to my “fear”.

I was thinking about going to college early tomorrow to get some things done, but no way I’m going to be there 9 or 10h feeling like this. I just feel like shit and I can’t even think straight! It feels as if I’m going to cough my lungs out…

Anyway, the good news is I haven’t had any nightmares since I wrote about it here. At least that’s positive…

I hate to miss classes, I really do… But if I feel worse tomorrow, college can go to hell.

Nightmares

Something’s wrong with me and I don’t know what it is.

When I was young, I used to have lots of nightmares. Do you know the one where you’re falling and when you wake up you feel as if you’ve just fallen on your bed? I had that one every night for a long time. Not just that one, I had lots of nightmares, some I still remember clearly today.

I grew up  and the nightmares eventually stopped, until recently. It’s worse than ever. Sometimes I have more than one per night. Last week, I had three nightmares in just one night! When was young, I had nightmares about things like ghosts (there was one particular nightmare that I now consider very funny instead of scaring) and temporary tattoos that showed me the future (it was the first time I woke up in the middle of a dream, went back to sleep and continued that dream. Nightmare, in this case). Now I dream about my phobias and death.

I hate that moment when I’m in bed, waiting to fall asleep, and I desperately try to think about happy things, hoping the nightmares won’t come…

Last night I had an awful dream that has haunted me all day. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy so I won’t think about it, but it’s hard because I think about that person at least once an hour…

The problem about this is that I’m not resting enough, so I wake up tired and I just don’t feel like doing anything. I have a paper to finish and I need to study, but I just can’t find the will to do it… I’m so screwed…