The Calc Before The Storm

My calc teacher smells like an old-people home... or, more specifically, my great aunt Ruth's old house. German was once again evil. My day was going fine until German and then all the goodness was sapped out of me. And then I was attacked by mustard at lunch. At least I had campus band tonight and that was fun, except Talley wasn't there and we had the girl for the whole time. Also, they switched the slow song to "Amazing Grace". It's pretty but it's nothing overly special.

I saw Mike Dittenber on my way to my physics discussion this morning. It was kind of a really random thing.

Music has the ability to evoke especially strong emotions and memories. I love music.

I find it repulsive when people use the word "f***" and all variations on it. I see no point in it... no reason it must be used especially in normal conversation.

When I got back from campus band, I slammed my head into my bed railing so hard that I stumbled back a few feet. Now I have a large red spot right beneath my hairline, but it's not really noticeable.