i wanna be a big fish in your small pond.
Let's not talk about how much joy it brings me to walk around campus listening to Celine Dion's "it's all coming back to me now". So epic. So heartwrenching. So dramatic. Of course I am talking about the extended version, containing the secret verse that I bet most of you have not had the pleasure of filling your eardrums with. The motorcycle. The nightgown. The open window and blowing wind. I am getting chills just thinking about the music video. Let me reiterate. Epic, heartwrenching, dramatic. It indeed makes me want to flail my arms around and punch myself in the chest, while wearing The Heart of the Ocean around my neck. (I know I know...wrong song. But this is my goal, not yours. So leave me alone.)
Any.
Ways.
Let's talk about campus. And how lame people are.
You would think that I would have noticed the group of people causing a scene right outside the door of Brooks. But I didn't. Let's blame Celine and her musical wonders. So. Turns out there was a group of idiots trying to catch a bird right in front of the door. That's right. "Catch" and "A Bird". In their hands. Of course, I was horrified.
THEN.
The dumbass bird was thinking "IDIOTS." and flew in to Brooks. And I followed, thinking that I could get enough ahead of the group and escape this terrifying situation. And again, let's blame Celine for the fact that I seemingly forgot that when birds enter a building, they pitch a spaz. So there I am. In Brooks. With a bird that's in the middle of stroking out. And then what? Well then it decides to swoop down and fly right in front of my face.
I think that's enough. I think we all know what happened next. Picture: Emily. Flailing. Just. Like. Celine.
And ever since then, I have felt like crap. My body is rebelling against me, and I must say, I don't approve. And also, I know it's the bird flu.
Because come on. How ironic would it be for ME to die of the BIRD flu?
Any.
Ways.
Let's talk about campus. And how lame people are.
You would think that I would have noticed the group of people causing a scene right outside the door of Brooks. But I didn't. Let's blame Celine and her musical wonders. So. Turns out there was a group of idiots trying to catch a bird right in front of the door. That's right. "Catch" and "A Bird". In their hands. Of course, I was horrified.
THEN.
The dumbass bird was thinking "IDIOTS." and flew in to Brooks. And I followed, thinking that I could get enough ahead of the group and escape this terrifying situation. And again, let's blame Celine for the fact that I seemingly forgot that when birds enter a building, they pitch a spaz. So there I am. In Brooks. With a bird that's in the middle of stroking out. And then what? Well then it decides to swoop down and fly right in front of my face.
I think that's enough. I think we all know what happened next. Picture: Emily. Flailing. Just. Like. Celine.
And ever since then, I have felt like crap. My body is rebelling against me, and I must say, I don't approve. And also, I know it's the bird flu.
Because come on. How ironic would it be for ME to die of the BIRD flu?