Deflowerer

My anticipation for this evening/tomorrow's episode of Pretty Little Liars has grown astronomically over the last 24 hours. As in, my mind is bottled right now, I don't know what to expect, I'm scared, I'm nervous.

I'm sitting in Guild Village. I'm drinking a Browne's mocha chill that burst everywhere when I opened it. Embarrassingly, the guy that works at the laptop shop next to Guild Cafe saw me and came out to give me napkins... Ugh.

There's a uni mentor with her mentee sitting next to me, talking like a pompous asshole. She's using that really annoying, confident, authoritative voice, practically YELLING at the girl about how to structure her essays. "NUMBER YOUR PAGES, THEY REALLY LIKE NUMBERED PAGES." Shut the fuck up, stupid bitch.

Also, I can't believe I didn't comment on the sex scene between Mr. Ezra Fitz and Aria Montgomery on last week's ep of PLL. Ya'll know I love a good deflowering scene and this one was no exception. My favourite part was that, as per usual, Aria was wearing a rather untraditional shirt that involved some sort of studded-up back. For some reason, Ezra knew just how to rip apart the studs to get to the goodies underneath.

I mean, did Aria tell him prior to le sex? Is he secretly an authority on eccentric women's clothing? Is he just a quick learner?

Personally, I think being the deflowerer, not the defloweree, would be the worst. I would be very anxious and scared. It's like that time during NS lab when we were stabbing each other in the arm and I stabbed my partner's arm too hard and she yelped, "Ow." I've been traumatized by that experience which is why I think I would be the worst deflowerer in the world if I was a dude. I would keep saying, "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. OH GOD, I HATE MYSELF."

Okay, it's 4.25pm. I have another 35 minutes to wait for my brother to finish his class so I can catch a lift with him home. It's been about three hours since I finished my last class. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I do homeework for the first hour and a half after my last class then get bored then get hungry then eat then think, "Oh, haven't had a delicious Browne's mocha chill lately..."

And bam, I've consumed 10% of my daily energy intake within 10 minutes and in liquid form at that.

Update: the mentee's name is Anne-Marie. Her telling the mentor her name was probably the only time she spoke during that whole interaction and she did it in a very timid voice. I glanced at the mentor and she's one of those big-boned, blonde girls with too much spirit. CRUSH HER SPIRIT. In case you haven't realized, I hate girls/women/girl-womans like that. She's still talking. Seriously, stop talking so I can comfort poor Anne-Marie. I bet the second that mentor turns around poor, little Anne-Marie will burst into tears. I will have to comfort her and buy her a Browne's mocha chill. Dear, dear.

J