Here's your sign

[xans]

The other night I was walking up the stairs to the dining hall, and I spotted Shan was also approaching the hall. Naturally, I slowed down so he could catch up and we'd queue together. "You going to dinner?" he asked. I almost said it. I don't know why I didn't, even if it's Shan. "Nope, my tapeworm's been acting up again, so I'm punishing it by letting it smell food it's not getting! Here's your sign."

...It was five p.m. It's the dining hall. Why else would I be going to the dining hall at the same time I do every night? Silly boy.

The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists, two men and a woman. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill her!"
The man said, "You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife."
The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."
The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow.
"This gun is loaded with blanks," she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."

Now that's my kind of woman!

miyumiyu has some really cute Snupin art if anyone's interested. Incredibly cute. Quite likely the Cutest Thing Cori May Have Possibly Ever Drawn to date. I am entirely open to the possibility that she will manage to draw something (or even somethings!) cuter one day. You never can tell.
Nyarghhh. I don't want to study for my Chem test. But if I don't I will fail it, likely even worse than with the Physics test. That would not be cool. So, studying. Going through my study guide, taking notes on all that stuff I just wasn't getting. I don't know what it is with my Physics and Chem lectures, but I swear that stuff goes in one ear and straight out the other. Only the Bio classes have any affect on me, and even then, only Bio of Animals is in any way remotely fascinating.
The Physics lecturer is a cool guy though. He's kinda odd, but he's British. He makes us laugh all the time with some of the simply wierd things he says. His demonstrations are often entertaining, mostly because they screw up. We've had a different lecturer for each unit of Chem, and none of them really interest me, although this current guy is kinda amusing w/ some of the stuff he says. In Bio of Cells I can get chocolate for volunteering, hmmmm. Bio of Animals we've also had three different lecturers, and Dr. Death has been the coolest.
It's so funny when they start talking about sex. Whether it's bug sex (oh, the Sneaky Fuckers, how clever they are!), or conjugation which is sex for bacterial cells, it gets funny b/c some people *coughs* just aren't that grown up. Honestly, though? So glad I'm not a bacterial 'female' cell. Because what happens is that the 'male' cell comes along and forms this form sex pilus that brings the two cells together, and spins off it's DNA that it inserts into the 'female' cell, turning it into another 'male' cell. (This would not be a bad thing, the whole turning into a guy b/c omg tehgaysecks, except for the fact the bloody genes dictate I'd have to go impregnate some other chick. Not so cool then.)
Shan has my bloody pen. Yes, I'm aware that comment seems random. Consider it stream of consciousness. I lent it to him last night--ooh, boy next to me has nice cologne (ha! now that's random!)--so he could do his studying, and I forgot to get it back. Normally I wouldn't worry. The other day I lost this really nice mechanical pencil that had been part of a pen/pencil set mum gave me for my 18th b-day, except I was never overly attached to the pencil. But that pen? Yeah, sure, it's just a run of the mill, typical Massey pen. But I like that pen. It writes well. I'm a bit more fussy about losing the pens that write well.
I am in a weird mood tonight. And I'm aware my brain isn't making much sense. Hell, you should see what happens when I'm trying to write notes...
- 'insects' becomes 'incest'
- 'chain' becomes 'chan' (typing that almost became Shan)
- 'grouped' becomes 'groped'
- Seeing the part of a chemical formula, HOOC, I focus on OOC and grin...
Definitely weird. I'll spare you more of this, yeah?
Well, this gave me at least twenty minutes of entertainment. It made me think of shiseiji. I expect she'd have loads of fun with this. You know how when someone tells you not to do something? Or you tell yourself not to do something? But then someone gives you an opening to do just that... just one peek/smell/bite, and suddenly you're hooked. Yeah, that. Y'know. Temptation. The little devil on your shoulder that constantly beats up the little angel on the other shoulder. And you just can't resist. Especially when it says...

DO NOT PRESS.

*watches as all her readers are lost in the abyss* Oh, damn.

Fin.