crash into me

Why does everybody ask me out to dinner on my blog? I suppose it's the easiest way to reach me.

Kimberley Clarke toilet paper: Feeling cheap today, I decided to use one of the bathrooms on campus. That, and I had to go really bad. Once again, I hear another guy come into the bathroom and walk out WITHOUT washing his hands. I don't know what pissed me off more, that or finding out that my pathophysiology class is just another neuro class in disguise.

Hella: While conversing with myself inside my head a few weeks ago, my inner voice used the word hella. I hate San Franciscans. I heard someone else use that word again today.

Pathophysiology: I had thought taking a class like this would be fun, considering it's not offered at Rice. I head to the bookstore to find out what book we have to purchase, and guess what the title is? Clinical Neuropharmacology. UGH Why can't I escape neuro?! This just reminds me of how much I hate Drab and his neuro-toxicity contaminating my life.

Microbiology: What I had thought would be an exciting and interesting microbiology class soon turned out to be an intro lecture to chemistry. Atoms, ions, and bonds. I sat in the wrong class. I couldn't have gotten up, being seated in a corner surrounded by annoying students. That would have caused an unnecessary ruckus.

Old ladies in automobiles: I have plenty of ideas of how to start this one, so I'm just going to put it all down.
-I had hypothetically wondered a while ago what it would feel like to be hit by a car. I didn't realize that I would ACTUALLY be hit by one today!
-I decided to wear my bright orange safety snow jacket today because it was cold this morning, but EVEN THAT couldn't warn this old lady from hitting me as I crossed the sidewalk!
-What can top off being scarred by a giant penis and losing my apartment keys? Getting hit by a car driven by an old hag while crossing- correction, TRYING to cross- an intersection!

UGH!@#$!