Pass the midol.

First off: all of my profs are geniuses. Or, at least most of them. I just sit there in class and gape and drool and tell treehavn how much I love them all.

Reason number 483920843290483294032849320 to love my cataloguing professor:

*lights go on*
Jackass student #1: Wow, that's bright! Like the sun! Bright! In my eyes!
Ivy: *cold glare*
Prof: Yeah, it's like those times when you're out dancing with someone at a bar all night, and then you see them in the light and think, 'Oh GOD!'
[pause]
Ivy: *laughs insanely*
rest of class: *blank stare*
Prof: [very small voice] ....I'm sorry.

In other news, I'm crampy, feeling sick to my stomach, and feeling like a big bloated thing that might hover over your town like a blimp or other large floating object, propelled by the sheer force of my burning, crampy, panicky hormones.

I'm feeling a deep desire to post about how much I love joyouschild, luciusmalfoy and isilya, but that would be long, wordy, weepy and boring. So I'll just leave it at that. I miss bonibaru, but I know she won't miss my silly hormonal ranting right about now.