H said I should blog but I don't really have anything to blog about.
Oh, except that the day before yesterday I was running through the house and I slipped on this patch of wet floor and fell into the corner of the kitchen counter and bruised my shoulder and knee (as I fell) all good and purply and dotty (like when it's bruised so bad). It's pretty impressive. Maybe F will kiss it better tomorrow...
Part of me is sad that "study break" is over, part of me is indifferent (I feel guilty for not studying more...) and part of me is happy because we're going back to Mondays where I have two hours with F and back to Fridays where I have up to five hours with F. God is kind.
Tomorrow we're dissecting the head and spinal cords of our fetal pigs. I had this dream last night that when I opened up my pig's mouth all this black gooey shit would come spurting out and get all over me and it would be gross. I ran out of the lab, shrieking and clawing at my face. But one good thing came out of it. It gave me and F something to talk about on the walk to the bus stop together. We laughed so hard our spleen's burst. We sat on the bus together and as F was getting off at the Esplanade he turns around all spontaneously and kisses me and then runs off the bus.
'Twas a beautiful dream.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
3 comments:
you should tell Kim someone attempted to molest you and you got those bruises from that... because that someone was F and you let him.
I WANNA DISSECT.
ffs.
h
i think f would be more of a gentler molester. sort of innocent and anxious but highly skilled nonetheless....
you DON'T wanna dissect. it smells so bad.
wiping a tear from my eye in happiness :')
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