Blogging yet again to avoid doing stupid 8 page paper.

Kan ni neh damn hard la!

But I promise I will get to it and finish it tonight, right after dinner and right after I clean my desk.

Anyway, I want to talk about how at least half of the population here at Mt Holyoke are freaks.

There are dozens I could talk about but today we shall merely discuss a stupid girl in my Calc class.

She is always the last one to leave when class is over, because she always always pack up her things damn slowly and stays back to talk to the white-haired professor.

I suspected she is:
(a) secretly in love with him OR
(b) having an affair with him

Reason: Last week I stayed back to ask the professor why he gave me a lousy 86% for my review test. The bitch shot me dirty looks and stayed as long as she could without being too obvious before finally heaving her backpack over her shoulder and stomping off.

Anyway, yesterday she came to class wearing a kaftan.

A lurid, bright pink+green+purple swirly batik kaftan. The kind your mother buys from Haadyai and wears to sleep.

With black patent leather pumps.

She probably thought she looked very exotic and sexy by wearing that because her zipper at her back was half undone and her purple bra was asking the whole world to look at it.

So I was blowing my nose during class. It’s my sinus! And I was already being very discreet doing so. Usually my nose-blowing is earth shattering, but this time I was trying to keep it down out of respect to Professor Nelsen who was mumbling to the whiteboard.

Do you know how unsatisfying it is to blow your nose but your snot still stays inside because there is not enough force to push it out?

Anyway, to my surprise, I got a most fascinating reaction everytime I blew my nose.

For every SOFT blow I gave, Kaftan Girl turned around violently in her chair and stared at me with her mouth open and an outraged look on her face.

What’s wrong with blowing my nose? You don’t have this bodily function wan ar? Hello, I’m not the one who comes to class with her zipper down.

Maybe she thought I was being insensitive to her precious Professor Nelsen.

It was a very interesting phenomenon though, so I continued blowing my nose at regular intervals of every 5 seconds just to see her whip around again and glare at me.

She did this every single time I blew my nose. I wondered why she couldn’t feel the wind at her bare back when she did this.

I tried to give her a “stare cock” look back, something like the look the girl gives the pink shirt guy in the subway in My Sassy Girl but it failed because I started giggling and the effect tak jadi.

And there ends the story of Kaftan Girl.

Stay tuned tomorrow (or the next time I’m bored) for the story of Stompy, the Amazing Loud Voiced Girl who likes to walk around the dorm nude.