Okay, so I'm immature, I'll admit. There's this cute girl that sits in front of me in my Intro to International Relations class. Cute eyes, cute face, all that. And being the kid I am, I was doodling in my notebook, while taking the occasional notes, about how much I'd like to get to know her better. That and I kinda was praying she didn't turn around and ask to see my notes. I live in such an eventful life, eh? Haha.
But I also scribbled some other stuff down, mainly about the part of feminism in international affairs. This was partially due to me being hungry, but I wrote something to the effect of me thinking about women in kitchens making me sandwiches. Yeah, I'm immature, but hey, feminism plus a hungry Conan leads to random thoughts about women and sandwiches.