Creeps and psychos

It was time for my biology midterm, the highly anticipated midterm that I had spent the previous week studying for. I sat down, pulled out a blue scantron, and began the test. I flipped through the pages and started circling letters while simultaneously filling in the little egg shaped bubbles. I got to around the third page before I took my eyes off the questions, and that's when I saw the blood. I guess I was bleeding; but at that moment, I could not care less. No time to look for bleeding body parts whilst taking a crazy lady's biology test. I ignored the blood and after a while my finger started stinging, which is when I found out I had previously cut my knuckle. I have no idea how I cut my finger, for all I know it could have been a paper cut from the intense page flipping action required for all of her exams. This is solid proof that test taking can indeed, kill (don't listen to what your teachers tell you, they're lying; "a test never killed anyone," my butt). All I have to say is... I apologize to whichever TA that has to score my essay, they'll be in for a nice surprise.

Speaking of crazy people. There's a really strange girl in my calculus class that I think could potentially be lesbian. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against lesbian people, they have the right to do whatever they want as long as it doesn't involve me. However, this girl chooses to sit next to me every single time we're in class. I tried sitting in different places; yet, she still moves in order to sit next to me which makes me slightly concerned. I might be overly paranoid, but this has been occurring repeatedly since the beginning of the quarter; hence, I think my concern is justified. During class, the girl drank a liter of juice, which I thought was strange; but whatever, I'm not going to judge someone by the amount of food they consume (mostly because if people did that to me, I would have been branded with a scarlet letter and ostracized by now). It wasn't her liter of juice that bothered me. Her too-tight shirt and exposed muffin top didn't bother me either (she usually wears really baggy clothes, I wonder what influenced her change in appearance... hopefully it wasn't me... I won't flatter myself). What bothered me was the fact that she was picking her nose and flicking her "leavings" on the ground. I felt so uncomfortable that I considered shifting to the seat next to me; but, I didn't want to seem rude so I stayed there, calculated the trajectory motion of her "leavings," avoided them, and gradually inched towards the right, praying that class would end soon.

wash hands & cut hair <3