Thursday

I woke up late today. Well, I actually woke up on time, but I decided to be lazy and snooze in bed for a good forty-five minutes. I got up, washed my face and discovered a terrible pimple scar on the corner of my mouth. I applied a few coats of Neosporin only to discover that the best way to hide scars is to apply an ointment that makes them redder, shinier and more noticeable. I powerwalked to class in some bungalow trailer that's ~HeLlA~ far dressed in a pink PRL tee, my Flat Heads and True White Chukkas (sleazin' it hard [oh and to make things worse this one girl I know saw me all unshaven, unshowered with a glowing red sniperbeam pimplescar on my mouth]). I took a seat, turned on Wi-Fi on my phone and browsed through ~HeLLa KyOoHt~ pics of Anna at Knott's Scary Farm.
Then the TA gave a quiz that I had 20 minutes to finish AND cooperation with other students was highly encouraged. I didn't really care until it was too late, and I'm pretty sure that I failed. Oh well.
I went back to my dorm and studied chem hXc mode until I was able to get through last year's quiz in 10 minutes. This is a normal habit for me now. Shocking, isn't it?
Having completely lost track of time, I was reminded of my miserable reality when my iPhone notified me of my lab in 30 minutes. At that point I hadn't finished the lab nor had I prepared anything for the next lab.. and I completely neglected my physical needs -- I skipped both breakfast and lunch. I drew a bootleg-ass flowchart for the lab while scarfing down two semi-defrosted chimichangas and powerwalked again to my lab.
This is when things started to get better for me. My TA didn't even care that my flowchart sucked because I obviously wouldn't affect his future, so he let it slide. Also, my four-hour lab ended up taking only an hour and a half after I joined forces with two try-hard asian girls. ~^*YaTtA!*^~ With my free time I dicked around and lollygagged (no homo) until I was almost late for my 5:00pm BME lecture. On the way to lecture I checked my mail and lo and behold.. My Fenix E01 LED torch arrived! I started playing with it as soon as I got the battery in (LIKE MOST OF MY OTHER MINIATURE ROD-SHAPED TOYS). At BME there wasn't even a lecture, we just met with a TA and he told us what our project would be like. It turns out IDP did have applicable lessons because I'm doing one all over again... The TA had on some APC NS btw. I asked him because I'm weird like that. After departing from my HELLA nor cal group (save Peter), I went back to my dorm to layer up because today's forecast: HELLA COLD. I met up with Juan and Tanaka to kick it at UTC. I got some mediocre peasant curry as depicted below:


I'm also starting to think that the peasants in China who manufacture their chopsticks fail as well:


Great. I busted out the images. That's a little too baller for my tastes. I'll cut this short right here.

ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE:
I use the word "After" as an introductory preposition for a DC,IC.
SECONDLY
I seem to have trouble with physically greeting people. This is not the case with girls, for I dare not even think of touching them.
As for guys, when I first meet you -- I'mma shake your hand. A direct, no silly shiet, firm handshake. If I already know you and I go for the slap, you best believe the slap is gonna switch to a one-armed, chest bumpin' gangsta hug. Do NOT expect a shake after the slap. There is a time and place for a shake, and it's definitely not after an intimate gangsta moment. The same goes for pounds. If I give you a fist or a pound, why you gonna hit me back with a shake, man? If I already meet you and I'm gonna say goodbye, I'mma hit you with a fist or a pound, and we OUT. I suppose it IS polite to shake again and say "It was nice meeting you" but if we coo then no need to bust that out.

We coo?
Aiight.
We coo.