First of all, let me just say that today was better than usual.
Chem lab was so-so. Traded in the old lab partner for one who actually knows what he's doing, and thankfully does not try to hit on me. Phew. Another cheesy pickup line about chemistry, and I'd be gouging out eyeballs.
Lunch at McD's. Well, not even lunch. I walked in to buy a stupid McFlurry, and what is some genius doing at the table right in front of the cashier counter? Rolling a blunt. Ugh, jeezus. I understand, to each their own, but when "their own" is some stanky stuff, I'd appreciate it i they kept it private. (For anyone who is unfamiliar with me, I'm pretty much as square as they come.)
Chem Lecture, I actually paid attention and took notes - AND when we got to a portion about arsenic, I found out I was the only one in a class of about 96 students who has ever read Madame Bovary, and remembered that she committed suicide with arsenic. Imagine my surprise when the teacher asked about the book and I was the only one who raised my hand.
Hope you caught the sarcasm - I'm not at all surprised, actually. They nicknamed me Hermione for a reason.
Now, I did something out of friendliness that I normally wouldn't do, but I was in a good mood. Someone from my Math class handed me their assignment and asked me to turn it in for them. Normally, I would have just been like, "Hah, tough luck!" but again, I was in a good mood.
I know. I'm mean. But a girl does what she needs to do to avoid giving off the wrong signals. I don't want to foster some stupid little crush on me, because I have no business doing that. I mean, come one. Erik's picture is on my binder SIX times. With a LOT of little hearts. Plus my ring. It's clear I'm taken. If people don't draw the line for themselves, I draw it for them.
Oh, and I also learned the following:
There is no glamorous way to pick a wedgie.
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