Afternoon Update for 2-23-6

My Spanish profesora is out glavanting across the country. Or something. Actually, she wouldn’t have been here this week anyway. Supposely there’s a rule about teachers not teaching beyond a certain amount of hours. Union rules and all. So she had a friend (who also teaches at county) come in and do her lesson plans. His attitude is, “okay, let’s do this, understand it, and get the hell out of here.” I like that.

Anyway, I was in the café doing my spanish homework, when I saw that girl from my systems analysis class pass by. Or, rather, I saw her cleavage. Oh sure, she has a pretty face, and a nice figure, but goddamn, WHY DO YOU FEMALES TEMPT ME SO WITH YOUR GLORIOUS CLEAVAGE?

(..Not to complain or anything. Just don’t put me down for noticing. *winks*)

In class, across the room, between the computers and wires, there was a framed view of her cleavage. *grumbles*

On a completely unrelated note, don’t ask me what a systems analysis is or what a systems analysis does. Supposedly there’s a test next week. That’s probably a bad thing.

Did I have anything else to share beyond her glorious cleavage? Well, at least her nipples weren’t hard. I tend to notice those things. I will never forget that time at Panera when I was waiting on a lady whose nipples were fucking HARD AS A ROCK. I mean, the kind of nipples when you think they should make some kind of nipple-bra to hold them up. (C`mon, it’s funny.) I remember after I finished, I turned to Jenny (who was backing me) and said something, as Jenny obviously thought this customer’s nipples were calling to us. Because you know damn well that girls as well as us female-oriented boys notice OBVIOUSLY HARD NIPPLES.

Hey, hard nipples aren’t a bad thing. It’s just improper in our society to say to a stranger, “Wow, I admire your hard nipples!” Just try it without getting a smack in the face.

*giggles*

Yesterday and today have been off-days. I’ve been trying. Doing my spanish homework this morning was an exercise of arguing with myself, “I DON’T WANNAAAAAAAAA”, and saying back, “Calm down. You have plenty of time. Relax. You’ve done this before. Do this set and you can relax.” Unfortunately by the time I reach that point, it usually takes me double to triple the time it would have taken me to do it had I been relaxed and in a good mood, ready to knock out some homework. Kind of like how if you’re doing your homework in class, you seem to find intelligence and speed that you don’t have anywhere else.

I have class in fifteen minutes. Excuse me.