What's with this blogging fad?

I figured I should probably jump on this bandwagon early, before everyone else started making blogs therefore rendering this a lame pastime. Let the record show that Sarah and I stole this idea from Allison, rendering us second generation bloggers. Anyone else who creates a blog is just following in our example. I feel like reading this blog will entertain people. Who wouldn't want to waste their time getting inside this brain, trying to figure out its inner workings? And a lot of strange things happen to me and I feel like this is a good venue to share these things with the world. Lord knows I can't put them in a Facebook note (the epitome of lameness).

So I had maybe one of the most disturbing Health classes of all time today. I had an overwhelming urge to skip (meaning I would have only attended one out of four classes today...typical), but this urge was squelched by my dear friend and fellow classmate Laura, who reminded me that we would be skipping next Monday for stupid Chorale so we should go today. This is the last time I take advice from her, seeing as the topic of todays class was Human Sexual Anatomy. It began innocently enough, with ambiguous slides about sexual orientation and hermaphrodites. However, things quickly escalated and culminated in a picture of a man massaging his balls (checking for cancer, APPARENTLY), which was followed by my teacher rendering a VERY detailed drawing of a vagina (said drawing included legs and pubic hair...yikes). Needless to say, I was very relieved when I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3:31, because I had to leave early to catch the bus (ICS II, just in case you were wondering). Laura was left to stay until class was over at 3:45. Karma.

I'm currently sitting in my home away from home, the music library. This is quite possibly one of my most favorite places to be, due to the overwhelming amount of social activity it holds. People come here and pretend to do work, but really they just waste time talking to each other, facebooking, creating blogs, and getting yelled at by the super mean dog lady. In fact, Meghan just commented on the fact that currently, this is what we're doing: I'm blogging, Rachel is looking at pictures of Ryan Reynolds (more on that later) and searching for Sarah Smith, and Meghan is in fact just watching us do both of these things, despite the fact that there are many empty computers in the room.

Ryan Reynolds is quite literally the closest thing to heaven on this earth. Man is BANGIN'. I always knew this to be fact, but as I looked at the pictures Rachel was browsing, I was reminded again. How could I have ever forgotten?

HEAVEN.

Unfortunately, Ryan is married to Scarlet Johansson. WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?! I still remember when she was in Home Alone 3. Girlfriend was NOT CUTE. Plus, she played a home wrecker in "He's Just Not That Into You", and so I will always see her in an unfavorable light (seeing as that movie is the embodiment of truth). 

I need to stop writing soon, because I need to mentally prepare for Opera Scenes. Not in the way you might assume; this is quite possibly the dumbest class in existence. It causes me physical anger knowing how my time is about to spent. Why, you might ask, am I taking this class? Graduation friends. It looms, ever-present, and I plan on doing it on time (that's what she said).

Until next time,

Shan