Just got home from anatomy tute.
News to report: said tutor (hilariously named Troy... I don't know, it's not that hilarious. I just think of High School Musical whenever I hear the name Troy) is significantly less handsome than I first feared. He came to the tute in t-shirt, jeans and sneakers which paled in comparison to the dress pants and button down shirt he usually wears.
It goes to show: I really am very attracted to men in business clothes, regardless of what they actually look like.
Still, he's too cute. He played this game where he hid easter eggs in the tutorial slides and whoever yelled "EASTER EGG!" first got one. In one of the last slides, 50 easter eggs appeared and he was all, "Har har! Everyone gets one!"
Moving on. I was sitting in the anatomy lab (before the anatomy tute... three hours straight of anatomy) on a bench with my feet on the beam across the bottom of the table. Which is stupid... But anyway, I was sitting there and in front of me was this slightly open bucket of formaldehyde that had been used to store the brains that were on the dissecting table. I just had this vision of my feet slipping off the beam and the bucket tipping over and pouring all the brainy juices into my mouth.
I'm 100% sure that I'm not the only one who imagines shit like this.
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.
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