I am in class right now, do you understand? IN CLASS. I should be taking notes on the return of Wahabism in Islamic culture! And instead... I just got a Twitter.
Wingedwords (anywhere on the internet, nowadays, I'm either kitaloon or wingedwords or staykind, pretty much. Too many identities!)
Anyways, I haven't been keeping track of everyone's twitter names because I was determined to not get one, but... damn you, My Chemical Romance. If I fail the final in this class, I am blaming it on YOU bastards. So if you have a twitter, let me know what your name is and I will follow you like Creeper John follows girls through the halls of our dorm, except for how I am far prettier and more charming than John could ever be. *bats eyelashes*
ETA: My teacher just said "Now, this won't be on your final, but for your edification..." and I have NO IDEA what he said after that, because my brain just SHUT OFF. Boom. Not one iota of my attention is going towards the teacher anymore. I didn't even consciously make the decision, it just sort of... happened. Ah, college.