too much hazelnut in my burnt coffee

I love hazelnut and coffee, preferably hazelnut coffee. However, not when the coffee is six hours old, and there is way too much hazelnut flavoring. Normally my coffee is great, however this trip has made me quite sad.

I'm sitting in my psychology class, every Monday night from 6 pm until 8:50 pm. That's right, no dinner and two hours and fifty minutes being wasted inside a cold, green room, with huge windows that tease me with the outside. Needless to say, my teacher is a bit out there. He's always cursing, which, doesn't bother me very much, I just don't find it professional or needed. I keep holding onto the fact that I only have three more Mondays, how exciting! I am going to think about taking another three hour class next semester.

I enjoy watching people, I learn a lot and see how funny they can be. Much better than television will ever be, even reality TV. Because, let's face it, reality TV is certainly not real. There is this one boy who comes in at least forty-five minute late each class, slams the door and walks all the way around the room and finally sits down and falls asleep. Which the longer he is asleep, the longer the peace is kept in this class. You know its bad, when the students in the class will work together to sit beside each other, so that when he comes in none of us will have to sit by him. (Its teamwork, try it out sometime)

I just found this, and thought it was hilarious... please I hope you found it as funny as I did.

Anyway, this is my psychology class blog, I'm drinking burnt coffee and freezing. Wrapped in my hoodie and staring out the window, and constantly reassuring myself that I have ADD.