A post.. I promised a post. I even have one in mind but I don't particularly feel like writing when I've just spent the better part of my evening working on a paper that has currently gone .5 centimeters away from nowhere.

For want of a post that takes little to no effort, im going to list some things today that were disconcerting to me, in one way or another.

1. I had a Jean-Grey X-men type experience this morning in french class. Was not altogether pleasant and had me wishing I could take out everyone in the room, minus Kate. And possibly Amanda, although I didn't remember she was in the room at the time, partly due to mounting hysteria. When I say "Jean-Grey experience" I'm referring to the episodes she used to suffer, where her psychic defenses would crumble in a moment of weakness and she could hear everyone talking in her head, all at once. (wait.. Did she hear thoughts, or was she an empath? Or a little of both? Now im confused.)

Well, to understand my episode you have to understand the Ryan building, which is where they've sentenced English majors to spend 90% of their time. It is a tall brown building, which I have heard referred to as "the brown building of doom." It has no windows, very few exits out of the building, and harbours rats the size of poodles who can climb vertical walls (no jokes. I've seen one do it.)

So this morning I'm sitting in Stylistics and Composition, in a class the size of a shoebox, with 40 students and a teacher, and no windows. The teacher has us get together in pairs to work on a question in the textbook. Slowly but surely the noise level starts to rise, with everyone talking, and then yelling to try to be heard over all the talking, and it slowly escalates and escalates, and here I am trying to invert a question into the proper form to answer the question, and I start to freak out, Jean-Greying all over the place with the shaky hands and the teary eyes and blocking my ears and rocking back and forth looking for a way out.

It was pretty terrifying, and I don't think Kate was all that impressed.

2. Okay, so I've forgotten what I was going to write. Apparently I wasn't all that dicomfitted by this one. Or the next one. Damnit, I'm too tired and full of Emerson quotes to be able to do this.

I quit!