I'm not doing my homework

So I forgot to mention how I was walking home from work last Friday, a very humid day if I recall, and I was about a block from my apartment when I glanced into the backyard of one of my many rowdy neighbors. A young man was standing outside with a beer in his hand, staring at me, and he was completely naked. No clothes at all. I even kept staring from behind the shelter of my sunglasses to make sure I had seen correctly, but he was as nekkid as the day he was born.

And he had a really small peen. *shudders*

It occured to me today that for the remainder of the week we'll be discussing the reproductive system in Human Phys. (so long as we're on the subject of peen). I'm actually a little excited, because up until this point every science course I've ever had has very conveniently skipped over reproduction altogether, as if we wouldn't notice. Wtf?

Perhaps I shouldn't complain about the waiting list, as it is only five precious seats away from my number (in fact, maybe I should be peeing myself in graditude), but you know something, it's driving me insane. I can't even tell you how irritated I am with it. I don't really care if it's five away any more because I feel like the damn thing is taunting me. Now that it's this close I just want it to go and get there so I can be truly happy about it like everyone else, instead of fearing disappointment. No to mention it'll be nice to worry about something else for a change, like how I'll pay for pharmacy school, where I'll live, and how shitty it'll be to leave behind everything I've found for myself here in Kalamazoo. I'm so tired of checking it every ten minutes, and yet tomorrow I know I'll do the same thing I've been doing since April--and I'll do it gladly.

Ugh, I need to stop thinking about it. I need a vacation. Two more weeks.