WORMS!!! (okay, i'm a little neurotic)
This morning on my way to class, i got a taste of what it would be like to be OCD. and it was not fun.
I'm not usually squeamish. but oh holy lord GOD! Did anyone else notice the carnage of dead worms?! you could not walk without stepping on them. so i didn't walk. i hopped. i fucking tiptoed from one corner of the sidewalk to the other, my eyes on the worms alone. I could feel a tingling on the bottom of my feet when i saw them and i turned into a hysterical, inhuman psycho- i seriously had to get away from the worms. it was terrifying. A girl stepped in front of me, and i had time to see a couple of worms up close and THEY WERE MOVING and i made a noise like a shudder-gasp UGH i don't know what but she got out of my way. I don't know how you can be oblivious to the insane amount of worms on the sidewalk. It looked like confetti.
I held my umbrella like a lifeline. My hair got into my eyes and i couldn't see the worms for a couple seconds and i made more grunting scared, primal noises involentarily and i think a couple people think i'm crazy but i don't care! at least i don't leave a cloud of dead worms in my trail.
alsdfkjaseoinfgwkvadahhhhhhh. i'm still creeped out. There were pine needles on the ground, too, and it was hard to tell with the long ones if they were worms, too. One worm i swear to god knew this and was stretched out, stick straight. It moved and i shudder-screamed and hopped faster.
when i finally reached my dorm, i was so triumphant. ha! i beat the worms. i didn't step on one. WHAT MORONS WORMS ARE. I can smell the massacre of their disguisting peers and they keep coming. who knew the campus was infested?
i feel them all over now, with their wormy, slimy, gooey, slow moving horror.
fuck the gym, i'm not braving that mess outside.
i'm taking a shower now.
I'm not usually squeamish. but oh holy lord GOD! Did anyone else notice the carnage of dead worms?! you could not walk without stepping on them. so i didn't walk. i hopped. i fucking tiptoed from one corner of the sidewalk to the other, my eyes on the worms alone. I could feel a tingling on the bottom of my feet when i saw them and i turned into a hysterical, inhuman psycho- i seriously had to get away from the worms. it was terrifying. A girl stepped in front of me, and i had time to see a couple of worms up close and THEY WERE MOVING and i made a noise like a shudder-gasp UGH i don't know what but she got out of my way. I don't know how you can be oblivious to the insane amount of worms on the sidewalk. It looked like confetti.
I held my umbrella like a lifeline. My hair got into my eyes and i couldn't see the worms for a couple seconds and i made more grunting scared, primal noises involentarily and i think a couple people think i'm crazy but i don't care! at least i don't leave a cloud of dead worms in my trail.
alsdfkjaseoinfgwkvadahhhhhhh. i'm still creeped out. There were pine needles on the ground, too, and it was hard to tell with the long ones if they were worms, too. One worm i swear to god knew this and was stretched out, stick straight. It moved and i shudder-screamed and hopped faster.
when i finally reached my dorm, i was so triumphant. ha! i beat the worms. i didn't step on one. WHAT MORONS WORMS ARE. I can smell the massacre of their disguisting peers and they keep coming. who knew the campus was infested?
i feel them all over now, with their wormy, slimy, gooey, slow moving horror.
fuck the gym, i'm not braving that mess outside.
i'm taking a shower now.