Massive Reorganization

I've started re-organizing my room. You know, changing some stuff up. I've stopped for a little while, but I'm not done yet. I dunno, it's just annoying me how un-organized I am right now. Which is odd, because normally it doesn't bother me. *shrugs* Whatever. It's getting done, and that's that.

I yelled at some boys in the elevator last night. 6 of them, all about a foot and a half taller than me. But hey, they deserved it. I mean honestly, who takes the elevator for three floors?! Too bad I didn't notice until the doors were already closed, or I would have told them to get off the goddamn elevator and walk. Lazy sods. lol. I was called a Nazi for telling them they were lazy and ought to be walking if they live on floor three. At least I don't get picked on by girls in the elevator!

Ooooo, I introduced Mark to Rutherford today. It was delightful. I heart Rutherford. Seriously, if I had to pick one library to use for the rest of my life, it would be Rutherford. It's just that hott.

Okay. There's this couple (except they aren't a couple, just friends, but they always come into the class together) that always come in like, 2 minutes before class and walk right in front of my view, so I always see them. Anywho, the guy (Mr Fluffy Hair, shall we say?) doesn't always sit with the girl (hmmm, let's call her Miss I-Don't-Believe-In-Wearing-Clothing), but they always sit in the same area, on the far side of the room. And every time they walk by, Miss IDBIWC is wearing a micro-micro-mini skirt that is barley covering the essentials. And I mean barely. As in, if she even leans forward, you'd be getting a view of something that you shouldn't be. And to complete the non-outfit, she's always wearing a smaller top that exposes part of her naval and sooooo not sensible shoes. EVER! Seriously, this is Alberta. We get snow. It's cold. I'm really intersted to see what Miss IDBIWC wears once it hits negitive temperatures. Because I'm pretty sure Mr FH isn't going to be lending her his coat. I mean really, it's not like their dating, and in -25 degree weather, no one wants to give up their jacket. Especially to someone who is very literally freezing their ass because they don't have enough brain cells to figure out that cold = death to people with no clothes. But hey, with any luck, she won't figure it out and she'll get frostbite and not be in class. After all, the whole reason we have winter is to kill off all the girls who insist on wearing not sensible, slutty non-clothing, right?

That's my rant for the day. Mare out!