Saturday I'm running wild,
All the lights are changing red to green,
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing,
Chemicals are rushing in my bloodstream ..
Today I had a nosebleed in my Core German class.
I feel my body deserves a medal for its timing, I mean it really went above and beyond.
It was just as we were going round the group to hear various responses to a presentation we'd just seen; the circle got to me and my nose conveniently started to bleed, meaning I got to skip the end of a fairly pointless seminar sneezing pintfuls of blood in the Parkinson Building toilets.
When that becomes an enjoyable alternative to education, you know you're ready to graduate.
If I could enhance this power, I could cut short all boring seminars by at least 20 minutes. If your nosebleed can be stopped with 2 minutes pinching and a quick dab here and there, then your nose is a fucking weakling.
If, or when, it reaches the point wherby I can summon nosebleeds at will, I'll be an unstoppable tour de force whenever I have lessons. The lecturer will look over in expectance of some valid contribution to our discussion, or wait for the answer to their question. And I'll calmly place my index finger firmly over one of my nostrils and go Mount St. Nosebleed all over the desk.
Noesbleed related success in future classes is paramount to the friends I'll probably lose as a result.
Y'all take it easy.
