The first title i thought up for this post was “My Pink and Crumpled Brain and Lil Miss Menopause Elmo”. You’ll know why very soon, so enjoy my lil ramblings in class:

I’m in a class called “Transfomational Grammar”, the teacher has a voice that reminds me of Elmo, but this Elmo’s going through Menopause. I’m trying to concentrate and understand what she’s talking about but i can’t help thinking about Elmo holding a cigarette and a Martini while struggling through hot flushes…
I’m nodding my head and looking her in the eyes to bluff as if i’m “mintabha” and as if her thoughts and what ever ideas are coming out of her mouth are definitely amazing me and being drilled into my skull then going right down into my pink and crumpled brain. I get so bored in this class, i’m thinking up new ideas for my blog. My pink and crumpled brain hurts and i can’t help but imagine the teacher dancing on a barrell while it’s rolling around under her… That brings me to my fear of clowns and the horrific trips to the circus but then again it’s a boring topic…
I’ve come to realize (nothing new) that my blog really is empty… And the thing that sucks is that my laptop isn’t working (made redundunt actually lol) and i can’t download any programs that can upload pictures in the tarbia labs (oh the misery)… Pictures give blogs a little more color and character and i have alot of funny pics to show my fellow bloggers and to attract more readers… I have no idea why i get so many visitors and they’re really quiet even though they can blah-blah (an actual verb, by the way) their heart out in the chatter box and my blog allows anonymous comments…
The teacher is looking at me again and she thinks i’m writing down notes…
For a second there i stopped writing when i realized that the zipper on the side of my skirt is half-unzipped… I live in a few moments of horror, wide-eyed and amazed… how am i going to reach down to my side with the teacher’s eagle-eyes on me so i could zip up my skirt?! (that was an incredibly weird sentence) I can almost hear the Mission Impossible theme song in the back while i’m trying to do magic with my hands, moving them swiftly and silently trying to flip pages, a3adel 7jabee, write some words in my notes and gently lift the zipper millimeter by millimeter until i finally get it all zipped up fully and my face is all red and sweaty and i’m panting from all the action and suspense… of course, i hear the last beats of Mission Impossible… I lift my head and look at the doc and she smiles and then Menopause Elmo says: “Zipper Problems?” and the class bursts into laughter and spit flies everywhere… I look around and realize i’m back into reality without Tom Cruise by my side… Now i’m confused and bored… that’s the worst feeling ever, right next to feeling my pink and crumpled brain frying and looking like play-dough on a skillet pan… or maybe even The Don on his bike riding over my poor brain over and over again like road-kill…

That is all for now.
SwAiR signing out… *signs her name in blood*