Butterflies and Chucks

I'm in my Spanish class right now. I really can't be bothered doing any work.


I had a burger for lunch today and it was a bit burnt and smelled kind of like some weird chemical. I dubbed it 'Deathburger'. And ate it anyway.

Was late for my Cultural Studies tute this morning. Had to sit in the back and not on a table, because for some reason, some girls I have never seen before just decided to invade my class. What would be worse- being buried alive, or being conscious during cremation? With live burial, there's that whole 'OMG get me out of this underground box' claustro thing, but then with cremation, you're being burned. And the result has to be ashes, so you are freaking fully cooked until your bones are no longer solid. *shudder*