Notes from class…

Notes from class…

I just found out that Annoying Lady has a Master’s degree in Forensic Science. OH. MY. GOD.

I think he just lost most of the class. *looks around* Yup. Lost as hell.

I have no idea what we’re talking about. I’m hungry and I want Taco Bell so badly.

I love the way Professor Soria says “money.” He sounds like El Guapo. I want to chill with him.

Soria was just now trying to explain to Annoying Lady why the number of babies born in one day is a discrete number and not a continuous one. (discrete is countable and finite, continuous is infinite and can be broken down into the most minute decimals) Soria writes “1, 2, 3″ on a line graph, showing the counting of the babies. Annoying Lady says “but you can put 2.5 on there…” and before I could help myself, I muttered loudly “God help the woman who gives birth to half a baby.” It actually made Soria chuckle. Annoying Lady is now hating me with the fury of a thousand suns.

Someone forgot to put their cell on silent and it just went off. Twice. Soria is f’ing PISSED. I think he might kill. I love this!

I’m starving. I could eat my own fucking toes at this point.

Some wanker is eating a bag of chips while the Prof. lectures. I’m waiting for him to snap. Because if he doesn’t, I will.