i am going to hell.
So the Zoology exam wasn't the brutal assraping I was expecting. Sure, there was some slight penetration, but I can deal with that. The 13 point essay question was to basically sketch, diagram, and describe mechanisms for movement of a placazoan. Fucking money.
However, the true highlight of the day greeted me upon my exit from the backdoor(no pun intended) of Millington 150. About 50 feet in front of me was a young lady unfurling an enormous banner stating something along the lines of 'TURN TO JESUS YOU ARE GOING TO HELL.' Cool. She then started yelling some stuff. But I had computer science to get to. Sigh.
Being a relatively normal and well adjusted member of society, I suppose I found it surprising that those people actually exist. They seem to think normal conversations are gigantic dick waving contests full of screaming and hand gestures. Oh well. With Drew, I started following the crazy cowboy guy in the leather vest. He had a nice mustache. We were hoping he would go off on some biblical fire and brimstone tyrade, but it appeared he blew his religious load by about lunch time. Speaking of lunch, those enormous posters of aborted babies by the entrance to the Marketplace really put me in the mood for, well, aborted babies.
They all left at about 2 in the afternoon. Probably to go have boring missionary sex with their wives, or something.
However, the true highlight of the day greeted me upon my exit from the backdoor(no pun intended) of Millington 150. About 50 feet in front of me was a young lady unfurling an enormous banner stating something along the lines of 'TURN TO JESUS YOU ARE GOING TO HELL.' Cool. She then started yelling some stuff. But I had computer science to get to. Sigh.
Being a relatively normal and well adjusted member of society, I suppose I found it surprising that those people actually exist. They seem to think normal conversations are gigantic dick waving contests full of screaming and hand gestures. Oh well. With Drew, I started following the crazy cowboy guy in the leather vest. He had a nice mustache. We were hoping he would go off on some biblical fire and brimstone tyrade, but it appeared he blew his religious load by about lunch time. Speaking of lunch, those enormous posters of aborted babies by the entrance to the Marketplace really put me in the mood for, well, aborted babies.
They all left at about 2 in the afternoon. Probably to go have boring missionary sex with their wives, or something.