Pretty New Weapon (Say Bang, Bang)

There are things I wanted noted from Monday, things that happened which are of no real account--however, I was entertained, and thus they appear.

My Nonverbals test was a disaster. I fail at haptics. I still can't remember any of that. I may be looking at my first F on a test at this campus. I shall cross my fingers and hope for a D, but optimism in any circumstance is the prerogative of children and lunatics. Said in layman, all sunshine makes a desert.

As I was walking to the bus, a bee flew into my mouth. I'm not sure how, exactly, just that she did. I was walking past the hedge and turned my head, and zip! Bee in mouth. She flew out again in a hurry--kind of bounced off my teeth. I think she was too startled to sting. I'm glad, I wouldn't have wanted for her to die on my account. That, and being stung in the roof of the mouth would not precisely equal made of awesome, even if it made a cooler story than what actually happened.

I don't have to buff these up, you know; I think in hyperbole anyway, and I have a tendency to attract weird events, so it doesn't take any effort.