It has all come back to me now...
Now I remember why I enjoy my laptop even with it's crappy dial up connection. Because then I'm not sitting here in the RVC library next to a girl that smells like a week old nacho supreme from taco bell with out tomatoes. While she giggles over her fan fic and rubbing her palms together every 20 seconds. Atleast I think it's giggling. It could be the suppressed moans of a undersexed geek wearing purple and pink flannel. I have half a mind to give her a bit of moisturizer for her ashy, blistery hands.
See world. Look what you have done. You make me wake up at 6 to give my mother a ride to work so I can have a vehicle to go to class. Where in all reality I should be sleeping. Even right now.
Wow she is loving this fic right now. I have never seen a person that intent on a computer screen before. I mean besides that time Josh (brooding_soul ) and I watched that clip of Michelle of Destiny's child falling and creating a fucking hilarious commentary about 50 million times that one day in the box office. Oh my god she totally just burped. Put your code red mountain dew away. Seriously. It is no wonder you are a virgin. I can just tell. And if you arent? Sweet Jesus why arent you one and I still am?????? Not that I'm saying I want to give it up or anything. But damn. If this palm rubber is getting some (even if it is with a greasy haired nintendo loving guy who has changed his name to Lestat because he dabbles in drinking blood aka red kool-aide on the weekends) life is just going to hell and the Rapture has truly come and I am stuck in hell. Griping about it on my online blog. In my community college's library. Where I'm surrounded by pale kids.
...just like me...
...
fuck.
I need to get out of here and quick. Panera here I come.
p.s.
Palm rub count is up to 25 in the past 15 minutes.