Being a Brainless Twat

One day, I want to punch someone in the throat. It is so badass and I want to see someone double over from pain I have inflicted on them. Preferably a child molester or something of the like.

In other news, many of my friends know me as an obsessive freak (Meg keeps judging me for my heinous tendency to rip pages out of my books and rewrite them to make them neater... I can't help it! It's a compulsion!). In regards to having crushes, these usually escalate really quickly and without any good reasoning.

For example, my anatomy tutor is a fifth year med student. The first week, I was like, "Meh. Oh good, a student tutor. Maybe he'll be an easier teacher," because all of my other tutors have been professors or just not-students so I thought it might be more fun and carefree (tits out) having a student tutor.

The second week, it occurs to me just absentmindedly that my tutor is kind of cute.

Cue two days later and I'm spilling my heart out to Big Michelle and Little Mishelle on a car ride about how I think he's cute and, after Big Michelle leaves (who was judging me), I tell Little Mishelle that NO, I don't actually have a full on CRUSH on him, I can just appreciate.

Fastfoward less than three days and things have gone south-bound. Cue me walking into anatomy in two weeks and not being able to make eye-contact with him or answer any questions (not like I did before anyway) etc. etc.

I don't think I even think he's cute. I think I just take any opportunity to act and think like a brainless twat.

But anyway, at least it gives me a distraction from stupid uni work.

And finally, for anyone who hasn't enjoyed this viewing pleasure, please see the following picture of the vocal cords and tell me that DOESN'T look like a very different part of the body:

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