bored in class...

grad school is realllllllllly hard. and serious. here's proof:

my album is being released soon. look for it on itunes.

i think i was also attempting to "listen" to debs during this one. think she bought it?

that's cory's finger, by the way.

a heart-shaped nostril? hot.

a square forehead? equally as hot.

heyyyyy, look over there

easily the sketchiest of the batch....

quite the schnoz you have, sir

dat's right, we got a grill...

this is cory's "big league chew" face...

olive oyle.

meanwhile, we were ichatting these pictures around the room. clearly, we have absolutely no fun.

oh, when times were simpler...

i don't often think back and say, "hey, i miss those times from high school." 

but today, sitting in class talking about lymphedema for the 5,000th time, i really really missed "movie day". remember those times? when you were thinking about your day, and there, in third period, was a bright spot..... all because you were watching the dead poets society for the umpteenth time while coach carter went to the vending machine for eight bags of m&ms so he could flirt with the receptionist in the east mall. 

so, here i sit, still listening to a lecture about morbid obesity that could easily be taught by a couple episodes of the biggest loser or what's eating gilbert grape. think i should bring it up to the PT faculty? i'm considering it.