An Offering..

Sitting in my Biological Foundations class I swing my left leg up and down and draw an intricate design of never ending pipes(my brain is a complicated place:P)

Now my prof is well..At least 200 years old,texan(can you BELEIVE that canadians allow americans to teach thier childern?!?!?!?!..Harper's doing I tell ya),and sloooooooooooooooooooooooow... Heres a sneak peek..Just in case you cant sleep at night and those night caps are not doing thier job..

"Caaahhhlaaaaaas,...............Thhhhhhhhe hiyyyyyyyyyyeeeendbrhaaaaain....Consiiiiiiiiiiiiiists....Con...siiii....ttts.. oooooooohf..a....a....a....a. meeeehhhduuulllaaaaahh...pooooooooooooooooooooooooonns.. aaaaahhhhhnnd ceeerrreeabluuuuum"

MY GOD!!! For you normal folks he was trying to the say "class the hindbrain consists of a medulla,pons and cereblum" Ilmuhim you can see that I ,who suffers with a low attention span, cannot, welll, pay much attention to this guy.

So I was swinging my legs(admiring my baby phat shoes:P) and drawing smart looking never ending pipes.. basicly I was minding my own damn beeeeswax.. During my intent drawing ,my bottom lip caught betweeen my teeth my shoulders hunched back in concentration,the maze of pipes growing more intericat,my heart pumping normaly...

"miiiiiissssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus" The voice sent shivers down my spine..The lights dimed..i heard a child cackle in the distance.. The moon appeared in the mid afternooon...

The voice was fuckin close...

I look up with raw fear..The acient relic was speaking....To...Me...

Look people I am NOT over exaggerating here or anything..Im a nice no judgemental open minded pretty much fearless person..But my god this man freaks me out..

I smile sweeeetly and bat my lashes( a girl is entitled to use her assests when in need)"Yes sir", I answer demurely. He leans closer...HEEEEEEEEEEEEELOOOOO personal bubble invasion!!!

"whhhhhhhaaaaaahhht..dooooh yooooouh thinnnnnnnk a meeeduuuuallllh regulllllhhhhaats, phhhwwweety lady?"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh my god my god my god..My insides were doing somersalts..I can FEEEL everyones eyes pericing into me..

My smiles wobbles but only for a fraction of a second..i bump it up to 1000 watts and I pour all the sweetness into my voice I could muster.."Sir, Im sure your going to tell us what the medulla reegulates" Smile still in place..eyes batting..Hands polietly clasped..Eyes shinning with hero worship.. maaaas5'taha I know:P


The guy on my left...Who till that moment I did not know he existed nor did I care..Leaned obnoxiously close..(Do I have a sign on my head that says "cooooooooooome plz invade my personal bubble?!?!?!?" My god I hate touchy feely people..Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick I tell ya..) Ilmuhim

He leans in and says in a stage whisper where all 50 students could here perfectly fine.."He just did pretty lady" he mocked the prof and mocked me..The bastard!!! If looks could kill the kid would have been a goner..
I look at him over my shoulder. "Then Im sure you can tell everyone what the medulla regulates pretty boy " I replid regally (ok mabye I didnt reply regally..It was mabye maaaaabbbbye a bit bitchy..But so what:P)

Ilmuhim the prof walks away distracted by the lights(he cant switch on the lights..North Americas leading neuroscientist cant turn on the light switch...typical)

So I ignore the jerk near me and I left class forgetting about the entire escapade..On my way to the bus stop..I spied with my little eye someone with piercings,vibrant weird green eyes,dyed black hair, wide shoulders drapped in a camoflage jacket. The jerk... I ignore his smirk and try to walk past him..he...Moves...In...front...of ....me!!!

I was seeething at this point ..I had a long day..and this guy was asking for it...

Rolling up a ciggerate in his hand he watchs me enjoying my anger.. Damned if I would satisfy his sick mind I smiled sweetly,"Excuse me" I said voice matching look.

He threw his head back laughing, Lit up the ciggerate"You dont seem as nice as u seem"

I was about o tell him what I thought of him and his ancestors before him when the sweet smell of weeed floated near me..i gaped at him...He grinned..

Taking another puff he offered me the ciggerate.."Good stuff" He said smugly..

Head up..Pose taking on years of snob training..I looked down on him (ooooooook allllllllllriiiiiiite my god..i didnt look down on his exactly..He was at least 6 8 but still you know what I mean:P)

"Im fasting" and I walk away...

**sighs*** Dont say it...Dont you say it :P

Btw..I havent smoked this crap..ever..I mean it..:P Im gonna give hima peice of my mind tuesday...

Jackasss...

Got me all worked up:P