- It takes a rare sort of person to be able to make you laugh about sickle cell anemia.
- I cannot help but laugh every time I microwave my dinner at school because for some reason, on the list of "microwave-usage rules" they posted by the microwave, it asks that we please do not use the microwave for a) canning purposes, and b) deep frying. I inevitably end up picturing some student in scrubs standing there in the cafeteria, trying to get the rest of their strawberry preserves canned before the long hard winter sets in.
- I am beginning to think that The Bane of My Existence doth protest too much and may actually be a closeted lover of literature. Why? He hasn't been in school for about 20 years, and yet he remembered enough about Eliot's most popular poem to refer to it as "That Prufrock poem." How many people out of the general population would even have a clue as to what you were talking about if you mentioned "Prufrock" to them? My guess would be "not many." And yesterday, in a cute and dorky moment while talking about homeostasis , he started hollering "Homeo, Homeo, wherefore art thou homeo{{*dramatic pause*}}stasis?"
*Singing* Closeted! */Singing*
- I accidentally walked into the wrong changing-room after I got adjusted on Monday. And there were people in there. And they were changing, as people typically do in changing rooms. And for a second, I was about ready to shout, "What the hell are you doing in my changing room?!?!"
I really do suspect I was Inspector Clouseau in a past life sometimes.
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