everyone knows that when someone sneezes there will 9 out of 10 times be someone to say "god bless you", or atleast one of its variants. there is in fact a sneeze nazi in my classes who appears to compete at say it before anyone else can. it occured to me that there is nothing you can say when somebody coughs. it is an act that i personally (for some reason) hate. when people cough in class, especially during a test, i resent them as people when it isnt rude or even avoidable. there should be something "required" to say after somebody coughs. i propose we all say: Stop It. i think this would work out well by letting the cougher know that what they have done is not acceptable as well as giving yet another opportunity for stupid competition to see who can be the loudest and angriest.

yeah so, today was probably the worst day ever. after being horrifyingly sick yesterday i was awarded with a great day of classes. here is what i dealt with: 9:15, Chemical Engineering Calculations midterm, 10:30, Calculus IV for engineers midterm, 1:35 organic chemistry quiz, 4:05, problems with applications quiz. not to mention that it as so goddamn windy. since my haircut i think i get frostbite on my skull everytime i leave the cozy warmth of willis hall to endure the horrible wrath that is the wintery winds of boston in february.

ok, so maria, the freckled girl, me and joe went to harvard square yesterday to waste some time. at the harvard T station, there was one of those guys. the guy i refer to is the one who walks around with a boombox on his shoulder forcing you to listen to whatever horrible music he himself listens to. not only were we subjected to this less-than-good music (some sort of tribal rap) but we were right behind him on the escalator and had to keep from laughing. the man was wearing stereotypical clothing that those boombox guys tend to wear, as well as a bandana. now, since youre all racist youre probably picturing a black guy with a bandana on his head with baggy jeans and a nice new boombox. you are mistaken on every count if this description resembles your mental picture. his boombox was closer to a fisher price tape player that was all beat to hell and basically looked ridiculous. his clothes were pretty tattered and it looked like his jacket got a bunch of paint on it. if youve been paying attention youve noticed ive said very little about this bandana. i have been saving the best for last. he was wearing it over his face like a western bank robber and you could just see his eyes and like an inch of his forehead below his hat. i literally almost laughed in his face when i saw him.