I never lock my door

I never lock my door. My bedroom door I just leave it open and never think that stranger will come roaming into my room and be happy to find me laying there helpless.

Well I came from my friend's surprise party and we had such a good time just sitting there talking about life. My friend's friends are pretty religious and I'm christian too, but I didn't mind admitting that I curse every now and then and that I have gay friends or associates. Well we just talked, the volume on the tv was down, it started out with the heat game and then a lakers game I didn't care about so we just talked. And before we left, they prayed and I kinda got lost in her prayer her words were so powerful for such a small girl. My cuz was there. She was a little uncomfortable, she's on the shy side and so am I, so I asked my cuz if I could go to her church with her because we're similar and I think wherever she's comfortable I'm comfortable.

So as I was driving home I kinda felt...good. Good about myself and life. I think that girl's prayer put a spell on me. So I get home and I'm alone and I put on my pajamas and get into my bed and I get up and I lock my door. I never lock my door. But something said, Lock your door. So I did it without thinking. So I get into bed and I am knocked out and then maybe a half hour later I wake to the sound of somebody trying to open my door. But something said "It's okay, it's locked." And I'm laying there like.....no ur tripping why would anybody in their right mind try to open MY DOOR and I hear my roommate and her guy friends there laughing and saying something. but I drift back to sleep.

The next morning my roommate tells me she's sorry that her friends were being so loud and I told her I really didn't hear anything until I heard somebody try and open my door. Did somebody try and open my door? And she says yes, they were drunk although I don't think the door opener was that drunk he's just dumb, but they were drunk and she's sorry. and I told her it was okay it's just that...I never lock my door...but I locked it that night. Weird.

Who is you callin' a Bitch?

Professor Brony I'll call him. Is the coolest professor in the psychology department but I never knew why. I just heard people talking about how entertaining he was, I took him on a confusing online class, but I couldn't tell him personality from the responses to people who were putting him down for having an online class that requires some physical contact. I knew I wanted to take him in person before I left this so I decided I would drive a half hour across town to take his off campus class. The Psych department knew people would drive across town for him.

Let's talk about his teaching style. I want to say he's in his late 60's but absolutely insane. One time this accidentally said something about him being old and he pauses and says..."Thank you. 21 year old Bitch." OOp. Umm. Wow. The thing is he says it with a smile on his face and we all forget about it two seconds later. He says what he wants, when he wants and it usually applies to the study. He keeps mentioning this girl named Sue Clark that he had a crush on in when he was a kid, and how he wanted to touch her breast. This was an example used to decribe how sometimes you may have strong feelings for a person because of the stage of life your mind was developing. Moving on.
We had an activity today. We collected data to compare dominant and nondonimant handed performance. We were randomly chosen to stand up in front of the class and throw a ball into a garbage can. I was chosen first.
"That's what you get for sitting in isolation." He says.
Ok, I always sit on the desk on the side because...because I don't know. To be different, and he always calls me out on it. "I want to be alone!" He mocks. But moving on.
"I knew you were going to say that." I said. So I was in the group that got to use their dominant hand to throw the ball in the can. So before I throw he says
"Ok, we need to pick a spot to throw the ball. And if she passes that spot we attach electrodes to her genitals that won't make her cross the line. But she might like that so we have to find a new method." that's what he said. As usually, the class bursted out in laughter like....I can't believe...umm, what?
"Why did I do that?" He asks the class.
"So the participant can relax?" Someone says. I'm still laughing.
"Very good." He says.
So before I leave the ball leaves my hands to make my first shot he says in my ear.
"Your going to miss Bitch!" I'm appalled. I pretend I'm about to him with the ball and he ducks and scurries away. I made 5/10 shots.
And when I sat down to watch other people throw balls,I thought about it and it seems like...you can say whatever you want, it just depends on how you say it.