Before
studying this morning I decided to run a couple of errands to reduce the number
of excuses that would inevitably arise later in the afternoon while searching
for reasons to break from my mind-numbing Botany notes. I threw on the
sweatshirt and sweat pants I had worn to chemistry lab and the doctor on
Friday. I reasoned that I was going to be gone for less than an hour and
decided that it wasn’t worth dirtying new clothes.
After
a brief stop at the coffee shop I got stuck in a bike and running race while
trying to get home. After screaming hateful invectives and shaking my fist at
the heavens I finally made it through the conglomeration of race patrons and
cheerer on people. I angrily stomped back up to my apartment (bear in mind I
was only all attitude-y because I knew I had copious amounts of studying to
suffer through and was displacing my anger on whatever other external force I
could blame it on).
Once
I got home I cleaned the kitchen in an effort to delay my studying even longer.
I settled in and reviewed my notes for an hour or so then got up to pick up the
bathroom. I picked up my dirty clothes that I had shed earlier; amongst the
items was of course my sweatshirt. It was then that I noticed a pair of blue
underwear partially concealed in the hood of my blue sweatshirt. Thank God they
were clean. The only thing I can assume is that they must have gotten trapped
in there the last time I did laundry.
I
wonder how many people in my chemistry lab noticed the extra accessory I was
carrying with me that day. Perhaps they thought I needed an extra pair in the
event I soiled myself while we made this acid stuff that could dissolve pennies
and metal. I wonder if my doctor assumed I needed an extra pair of undies after she defiled my vagina that morning. Perhaps she thought my carrying case was cleverly
thought out as there was no way I could have wedged them in my pocket. I certainly
hope none of the race patrons noticed the angry girl being forced to drive 3-5 mph
with the underwear trapped in her hood while they passed the passenger side of
my car… ‘maybe that is why she is so angry,’ they may have thought.
I
am not sure how I am supposed to show my face this week in lab *sigh… I blame it on the tuberculosis shot I got on Friday… even though I got that after lab…
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