It’s not that dramatic. But I’ll make it seem that way.
So there I was sitting somewhat isolated from everyone else because I’m shy. The professor was going on about conversions and the like so I decided not to take notes on the umpteenth example. My hand was stationary, holding a pencil, resting on the notebook.
When the lecture finally had something worthwhile to take down, I lifted my hand from its position only to find a red splotch on the page. I thought it was a lint flake or something solid, so when I tried flicking it off, it smeared in a line.
I immediately realized that that was no lint flake or something solid, but blood. What made me worry was how did blood get on my notebook? I recalled no injury or pain, no sharp objects or someone spouting blood from behind. My “what if I’m in one of those situations in a movie when two people are fighting in a large room’s attic/upper mechanisms and someone got stabbed and his corpse is probably dangling right above me” imagination started reeling and made me look up to double check.
To my relief and dismay, nothing.
Since my hand was in the same place as the splotch, I began to examine each finger and saw the blood stain I made using my right middle finger to flick off the blood. The blood was already dry so I rubbed it off, only to find a minute cut upon closer examination.
How I got it, I still don’t know.
tldr; small cut on my finger made me paranoid.
This short story keeps popping up in my head…
Except I was Wolverine.
Because everyone knows that waffles solve all of life’s problems.
Half a week of bad sleep, stressing over computer problems, contemplating where the fuck my life is going right now, and spending 5 hours doing tryouts for taiko is making me so dead.
I’m totally not going to do taiko. It’s not that the physical demand is TOO much [I think AHS percussion was more difficult], but the combination of my unwillingness to dedicate myself fully to a group and my academic schedule is definitely enough to make me not want to/able to join.
PharmSci has too much chem.
I have only recently learned that I hate chem.
I do NOT want to take chem every quarter for four years at this rate.
DAMN YOU CISCO AND MCAFEE AND IRVINE INTERNET. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL.
Good thing I don’t really have anything due tomorrow…But I don’t want work to pile up!