Don't Play With My Heart!

Dear Physiology class,

It would help me if you would stop prodding and poking my heart. I understand that it's for the name of science, but when you kids jab at my aorta and brachiocephalic vein with those sticks, it really hurts. Be gentle next time, or else I'll take my heart to rot with me.

Sincerely,
Mr. Pig

Ever since...

Ever since I came to this school, my life has been going through a straight line. Just no, ups or downs. No happiness, no sadness. It's all straight. And boring.

Before, my life was this little ball of wibbley-wobbley flimsy-whimsy stuff. And I had fun with that ball of random stuff putted together. I'm not sure how I should described it, but the days before is much better than the days I have now. I wonder why.

I need to study for my physiology test (I'm sure I'll fail like normal).

Physiology Class

Once again, my Physiology teachers reminds me so much of Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus series. She even has the hair.

So.

Here's what she looks like:

Chaosu, Physiology

So, I checked my new schedule and I have two new classes (I think).

Physiology and Swimming.

No wait, let me get my schedule...

...

OH I HAVE FORENSICS.

OMG.

OMGF

ADKSJFHSKDJFH YES QUIQUIQUI

QUAISSSSSSSS!

I can't wait for classes to begin with all these funky new cool stuff. I CALL DIBS ON POKING THE DEAD PERSON >0<