Classy.

Overheard on campus-

Guy, talking into phone: "Is it one of those microwave burritos?" ...long pause... "Dude, that's fucking classy."

I'm confused, disturbed, and a bit amused that my clothes emerged from the dryer smelling of bong water. Mind you I live in the substance free housing.

Tomfoolery, I say.

Annoyance.

This is the time of year when EVERYONE gets sick, and in a large lecture class, there's bound to be a handful of people coughing up a lung for the entire duration of the class. I understand their plight, as I've come to class sick before too, but I still hate it when I end up sitting next to a sick person because INEVITABLY, they will cough at the exact moment the professor says something important. Example:

Professor: ...Anyway, the thing you should really take away from all this is-
Sick person next to me: COUGHCOUGHCOUGHHURGGHNN
Professor: -and that is what your next exam will focus on.

...I'm sorry, professor, I didn't quite catch that. All I heard was my neighbor forcefully expelling phlegm from his lungs.

I hate flu season.

Epiphanies

At about 1 am last night while downstairs in the bathroom getting ready to go to bed, two girls entered and started discussing how to best incorporate vegetables into breakfast foods.

That's exactly the kind of conversation I love to have at 1 in the morning, too, but unfortunately I had nothing interesting to contribute to the discussion and actually was a bit irritated that they were just standing in the bathroom talking because I felt the need to urinate, which I hate doing when other people are around.

However, while I love vegetables as much as the next person, I do think there's probably a reason as to why we don't eat them for breakfast.

Perhaps because the notion seems mildly disgusting.

Inanity

I hear the most interesting things walking across campus sometimes. Upon leaving neuroscience class today, the guy behind me was telling his friend that he planned to categorize the nervous ticks of everyone in his organic chemistry class.

That sounds almost like something I'd do. Kudos to you, Mr. Nervous-Tick-Documentor.