The story of a bored individual...

Thought I'd write a little bit about how the filming went.



So that's the exiting world of movie making. Marie thought it was really cool, and I was worried she and her friends would be bored. Hehe.
Hope everyone is having a good weekend!

...and kind of grossed out.

It's weird. I can explain the whole backstory for this later, if anyone cares.

Bur there's this guy in my class, and group on the filmproject who I just can't stand. And worst of all I'm getting the impression he's crushing on me. *ick*
Anyway, these classes are in a cramped room, and the chairs are close together, so this morning, he of course has to sit down right next to me. Stinking of aftershave.
Through the entire class I was finding excuses to move my chair further away from him, luckely I was at the end of a row.
Sometime during class, we get handouts, they weren't stapeled together, but I happened to have a mini stapler in my bag so I stapeled mine togheter. The tutor started passing a bigger on around, but this guy asks to borrow mine instead. I give it to him, he struggles with it (it's a bad stapler), so in the end I have to do it for him. It wasn't the straightest thing, but at least now they stuck together.
He couldn't accept or hand back my stapler to me in a normal way, he had to grab my hand in the process as well.
So a little later I dunno what he's doing because I can't look at him. He gets a papercut. Instead of just applying preassure to stop the bleeding, he announces to our tutor that he's gotten a paper cut, and then proceeds to suck the wound, and I mean suck! I could hear the sucking noises, and that just grossed me out. After a while he left the room to clean it up.
After he came back, and the tutor has gone through some things, they guy figures out it's to warm and removes his sweater, releasing another wave of his horrible after shave. And as if he notices this, he throughout the rest of the session, at completely ramtom times, lifts his collar and sniffs himself!!
So by this time, I've moved my chair as far away from him as possible, which isn't much, when, I dunno, he still thinks it's to hot and lifts the lower part of his t-shirt so some of his pasty belly is exposed. *again ICK!*
I was so incredibly happy when we were let out of class, just so I could get the hell away from that.
Our group has a meeting with the tutor in an hour, and then I might be finished for the day, looking forward to it.

Sorry for rambling, but I'm just a wee bit grossed out.

It's hard to explain why the guy bothers me so much, but... ugh.