Next time I try to do anything, like interfere even when I'm asked to, especially by someone I don't bloody know that well, hit me over the head and knock me unconscious. Please.

Gah.

Just when I thought I could finally post something nice and good, this effing thing happens.

Okay, good news first.

That quiz bee thing that I competed in? We placed 4th place. I know, not usually a good thing, but considering that our competitors were all finished with their academic (medical) lessons and we're still on module 9 out of 15, that's gotta be a good thing.

Heck, we even tied with one of the other branches! That bloody neurology question did us in though.

Anyway, onto the bad news?

Side note: I am still exhausted, people.

So there I was, minding my own business, and one of my batchmates tells us that someone from the other batch was texting her and she got kinda creeped out with the content. Something like, after a few texts, this guy told her that they were "on" already; that he's ready to dump his girlfriend for her. And she said something about him feeling like he was the only guy worth knowing on the whole planet. Or something like that.

And she was curious as to how he got her number.

That's gotta be questionable, right? She said she was creeped out and this stranger guy -- who happens to be in the batch after us, who happens to be the only guy there -- was texting her like this. So the general consensus was that someone had to talk to the guy and try to discover how he got her number. Since I was the president, that fell on to me.

Gods, I wish I never did go to class and instead just slept the day away.

I admit to the mistake that I should have waited for the guy to finish the class to talk to him. I admit to that. And I'll apologize to him and the class for that.

I won't apologize for trying to help out though.

Although, I will not help her or her friend out anymore. I want to add "anymore than I have to" but I don't want to qualify that statement. As far as I'm concerned, they can rot in hell and won't bat an eyelash.

God, I can be a major bitch, can't I?