Boobs, Fanservice, and ranting

Well I had my Anthropology class today, it was pretty cool actually.

I already know the teacher and he's really cool and funny. He actually used the fire hydrant in class on accident so we spent the rest of the period talking about lab procedures and how to be safe and what to do during a fire (STOP DROP AND ROLLOL). It was like watching Dora The Explora with curse words. And then after that we all shared retarded class memories.

Like the teacher shared a story about one moron cutting himself with a scalpel to see if it could cut.

You know, until now, I thought scalpels were just butter knives.

I also had Euro History, which...was boring. The teacher was old and she really wants a relaxed enviorment. It wasn't that bad, but it was kinda boring. Some girl asked this,

"That girl named Nina is her first name Angelica?"

I almost boobdesk'd, cause headesking makes you look weird.

Finally, I had Basic Psychology with was like Who's Line Is It Anyways. We just played games and did activities to see HOW the mind works. So that was entertaining. A lot of boys wanted to see me jump, dance, giggle, and say alot of words.

Infact, during one of the games I SHOT A BITCH. Not really, but BAAAAAANG and like you could tell they all orgasmed in their pants. Haha.