break my back cause it's all i know

so...there I was, trying my hardest to listen to every sentence pouring out of my econ professor's mouth. however, my mind was definitely somewhere else. all i could think about was grinding my teeth and how much i wanted to break them out. i don't know why but i just thought it would be the greatest idea and then i could just spit them out on my desk. then those girls that sit beside me, the ones that can't carry on a conversation without talking about someone else, would see them and be so digusted that they would vomit on their brand name t-shirts. then i realized that i probably needed my teeth and that i should just save myself the pain, i'm such a wimp.