I was sitting in my independent research class today for a presentation in the CCIT office. The class consists of like 8 people, and the room was very quiet. It was the most inappropriate time for my stomach to start sounding like the booming wrath of god. I tried to cover my stomach with my arms to muffle the sound, but to no avail. The more i moved around the more my stomach grumbled. The guy sitting on the couch next to me kept looking over, and all i could do was shrug and say... "hey.. i only have 3 weeks to get into bikini shape."

it was quite embarassing.

meh.



Okay so the Africa countdown begins at T minus 23 days.