is almost all gone now. Sadly, it’s been the topic of many more conversations that would have been uncomfortable otherwise. On the other hand, it started many that were uncomfortable. Someone was staring at my scab, and I became self-conscious and said “Don’t stare at my scab!” and he said, “I can’t help it! You’re like a foxy lady with a low cut dress!”

so consequently, I picked most of it off tonight.

it was a very enjoyable experience. I suggest getting roadrash at least once for the non-stop fun that is picking off the scab.

and now that you’re all grossed out, tough luck.

Sometimes the truth is gross. and the truth is that picking at scabs is fun.

what fun. actually today was run exactly how it should be for roughly 2 out of the three hours spent in class.

and then no mo’ fairy tales, sadly. all ’bout other stuff now. bleh.

oh well, back to class.

undoubtedly the best meal of the day out here. I love the breakfasts here, so very very tasty.

and that’s everything I got. Time to go to breakfast and then to fairy tale class.