i’m not telling
So maybe secrets aren’t my thing. I am currently in the middle of my Strength of Materials class, and I think my D-cup (or meybe it’s E?) professor is starting to wonder why I am smiling myself silly.
I made myself a new smiley last week. Yesterday, as a product of sheer boredom, I was able to make a smiley of someone else. I’m not telling who. What everybody has to know is that the smiley just makes me want to laugh myself to oblivion.
Our professor in Strength is weird. That fact that I was able to say so should make one wonder how weird he (or at least I think he was born a male) really is. He went to class wearing a semi-formal shirt. Shouldn’t be too surprising though. That is if I crossed the part about him (I seriously think he was meant by God to be a male, considering his physique) wearing body-hugging shirts (which shows of his big, um, future? Well, he has bigger future than mine, that’s for sure…) and bling-bling most, if not all the time.
I am mean. I guess being mean is a normal product of boredom.
P.S. I remember Sir Saluague teaching us the same thing he is teaching us now in a flash. No kidding. I went out of his class wheezing due to the speed. Jajaja.
P.P.S. Even though he’s not good at teaching, at least he has, well, big future.
P.P.P.S. A better title for this entry ought to be “boredom in its most powerful state.”