Oh man. Close call. This girl wanted me to send her pictures of our fat cells through SMS. She kept pushing for it "Just text it to me!" even when I told her I would email it to her. I need to think of a more elegant way to say "Uh, no because that means you'll have my number you creep..." I ended up convincing her that email was better suited for the task as I could send her multiple pictures at once. I'm typically pretty good at avoiding these situations because I hate giving people my number unless I think that by talking to them/being around them I will be happier than when I'm alone (one of my philosophies if you guys remember...). I also hate giving people my email address, but this is unavoidable given the technology driven society. Even so, I only check my school email once a day which probably isn't too smart because I find that I show up to classes that my professor's have cancelled and arrive at classrooms to realize the location has changed.
This is what she wanted. They're really pretty right?
These past few days have been really windy and it rains a lot. I don't really mind. I like the sound of rain and I like petrichor. It's relaxing and it makes me smile. As long as my jeans don't get wet there will be no complaints from me. The one thing that scares me is that recently there have been these weird noises coming from my vent. It's probably just tree branches or rain induced noise, but I feel like there's a bird clawing around in there. Logically, it makes no sense, but I still jump every time because I'm a useless person.
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