How I love (NOT!) thee.
Actually, the subject stinks, but I love my class. It's way too funny. I have a friend who is compelled to tell me the funny, if not unsavory/TMI, events of his life. But I like it. It makes me laugh.
Class was so awful and boring today--Paul the T.A. was teaching because our teacher had gum surgery. The entire class was in a stupor, and there were still thirty minutes...so I tried to convince one of the people next to me to create a diversion so we could get out. He refused.
Another person had a shoebox on his desk. He passed it around later and it was filled with delicious chocolate chip cookies. I found out he baked them all himself, and it made me wonder what possessed this guy to bake enough chocolate chip cookies for forty people. I voiced this question aloud, and my friend told me [and I quote], "He told me he was high last night and just got the urge to bake cookies."
They were delightful, delectable, divine, and delicious. Some of the best cookies ever. I don't think they were spiked with anything illegal.
So today was just funny all around. I like days like today. I wish they were everyday.
I love to laugh.
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