Good morning, world. It’s a wonderful, dreary, rainy and oh-so-very gray Tuesday morning out in British Columbia. That being said, when I was waiting for one of my buses this morning, I saw the moon. The moon. And promptly sent this text to Clay:

If the moon’s still up, it means it’s too early for me to be up, right? Feels like I got zero sleep.

Because, you know, if the moon is still up, it obviously means that it’s much too early for Michelle to be awake. This also applies to the summer days when it’s like 11am and you can still see the moon in the sky. Because, really, if the moon is still visible, it’s much too early to be awake. Let alone functioning and being coherent.

But this awesome little beginning to my morning biology class was so worth getting up out of bed this morning. I walked into the lecture hall for my biology class today and my prof brings in a small baggie with a scrap of cloth in it. Or what I assumed was a scrap of cloth. Apparently after my last biology lecture on Thursday, someone had told the prof that they had found a pair of panties and a few (… 5?!) used condoms in the back row of the lecture hall. So, obviously instead of just tossing said pair of underwear into the lost-and-found (full of orphaned mittens, broken umbrellas and handfuls of crappy pens and pencils), he put it into a bag and brought it into this morning’s lecture.

And then started in on short lecture about why it is important to be mindful of public indecency laws and then suggested for us to refrain from having sex, in the future, in the lecture hall while he’s lecturing, no matter how much learning about transportation in the golgi apparatus turns us on…

And all I had to think about that was “… Really? Sex in the back of the lecture hall? During class?”. Personally, I was kind of envious, to say the least. Not incredibly keen over the idea of getting caught, since it was during one of my classes (my prof stated, after someone asked if it was just left there before our class started, that the room gets cleaned at night and locked until he unlocks it in the morning for our class), but if I had been me (although 5 times in that short amount of time? I don’t know if that’d be very much fun after a while…), I certainly would not have left without my underwear.

And because now I just have to ask…

1. What’s the most embarrassing thing that you have ever lost?
2. Most public place that you’ve ever had sex?
3. Least amount of sleep that you have gotten in one night?

My answers…

1. A small case with (unused, thanks) tampons in them. Erm, I had thought that I lost them, so texted Clay to see if they were in his room by accident (yay, awkward text messages…).
2. Lah de dah… Mum’s the word.
3. Maybe about an hour to two hours?