Today was the first day of classes. Me being me, forgot my paper at home telling me where my classes were. Luckily I knew who my Psychology instructor was and
stalked passed her in the hall and followed her to my room. Nana went home and text me the room number for World Lit. Which, yeah.
We had to introduce ourselves and tell the class a little bit about us. Most people said their name and what theire major was and left it at that. Um, not me.
“Hi, I’m Katie. I’m 22. I didn’t think I’d get to come to school this semester because two weeks ago Friday, I had emergency surgery to have my gall bladder removed before it exploded. I like photography and I am leaving straight from class to head to the doctor to have my staples removed. I have seventeen. They’re quite itchy. *Pause* Um, I tend to overshare sometimes. Sorry.”
Pretty sure they think I’m some weird staple girl now.
When the nurse was removing my staples, she found three hidden in my belly button. This means I had 20 staples instead of 17. I was so excited. I made the nurse count to make sure. Odd numbers suck. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m some weird staple girl, too.
Huh. Weird staple girl. That may make a good username one day…