Today's rude awakening

Last night I was having the most amazing dream about being the next American Idol and marrying Ryan Seacrest (who I believe sort of looks like Woody Woodpecker!, observe uploaded pictures), and not having to sleep with the man and just spending his money. Then for some cruel reason, my body jolted itself awake and I looked at the clock only to find that I had overslept and had like 10 minutes to make myself all bootilicious for class (please note, I look fab already but sometimes a little effort is needed when your hair looks like the hairy back of Osama Bin Laden). So, I threw on a head wrap, massive sunglasses (which I was hoping would somehow help mask my identity and the red eye I got from stabbing myself with eye pencil in an attempt at this beauty thing) and a top and pants. Managed to throw in an argument with my housemate, who had the audacity to tell me to go to class, get the notes and come home and teach her because she didn’t feel like getting out of bed. Raced out of my air conditioned room into 30 degree heat and started sweating like those naked chickens dripping oil in Kenchic on the rotisserie.
Practically ran to class in my not so flat shoes over sharp rocks (bad idea!), only to find out that my lecturer has chronic food poisoning from his latest trip to Pakistan and isn’t coming to class after all. Please tell me if it’s unreasonable to send me an SMS perhaps, when his ass is firmly planted on the toilet seat and he is hurling into a bucket. Somehow I don’t think this would have been too hard.
So am now back home, contemplating starting an assignment on finance, which by the way sounds a bit like this as I say something strange about the shareholders investment being a seed and him waiting for it to grow into a tree. I sincerely hope the man has a sense of humour!