Aging

I think my professor has a speech disorder. He sounds like an Elmo that has gone through puberty, not that there's anything wrong with that--though it is slightly distracting. I'm trying to figure out if he had a stroke or not through qualitative analysis. I wonder if professors feel self conscious as they're lecturing because everyone is staring at them. At least, I'll admit to it because I do that if I'm bored/don't need to take notes. As for the majority of my Biochemistry professors... I can't even remember what they look like because I'm always writing like a madwoman.

Do you see what is happening to me? I freaked out when I saw a shimmer as I was brushing my teeth and took a moment to examine my hair. I'm not sure if this was due to finals week or if it happened sometime this week, but I am gradually nearing my death. I think I can attribute this white hair to the fact that I'm constantly worrying about everything. The people that bag groceries at Safeway are not helping the situation as they make me worry about my watermelon slipping out of the single flimsy bag and hitting the floor. I also worry about... you know... that one person that you're thinking about all the time and you wonder if they also think about you and all of this wondering causes a decrease in productivity because you're constantly thinking about them and hoping that they'll think about you at least 1/10th of the time that you're thinking about them, but realize that they probably don't and then you feel sad. If you know what I'm talking about then... I'm with you in spirit<3