Lay Off at 2:24 PM

You ever have one of those friends who takes the fun out of
everything. "I just got a new puppy!" "He'll probably pee everywhere"
"I can't wait to see that movie." "You'll hate the ending where she
dies" Do they not realize that they ruin everything or is it on
purpose. After awhile you just want to give up and not tell them
anything. They'll just destroy it.

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New Copy Paper at 10:21 AM

New and improved, pre punched copy paper! That's right boys and girls.
No longer go through all the trouble of pressing down on a hole punch.
For a small additional charge you van have your multipurpose paper
professionaly prepared for any three ring binder. Great for the
parapligic on the go or cronicly weak. Pick up a pack at your local
campus bookstore. Hurry, cause with quality holes like these, supplies
aren't going to last long.

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Texting At A Time Like This at 10:25 AM

If you've read my blog before you know I have a little issue with cell
phones in the bathroom. It's no place to have a conversation. The over
day however a student took it to a whole new level. He was standing at
the urinal next to me texting. I didn't directly look, just saw him
out of the corner of my eye. I can only assume he was texting in one
hand and taking aim with the other. I know it's not exactly the same
as being on the phone. Nobodys gunna be wondering why your typing
sounds all echoie. Just because it only takes one hand to pee however
is no reason to use the other hand for multitasking. How important can
that text really be that it can't wait 60 seconds at most?

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Anthropology Class at 9:23 AM

It's back to school time here. Back to reading stupid books and stupid
people. Most importantly, back to dealing with kids my age that are
way into themselves or think they are so damn special and unique. I've
only been to class a few times so far, only have class two days a
week, but am already over one of my 75 minute classes. It's an
anthropology class and as every college student knows, the anthro kids
are a little different. They seem to internalize the whole primitive
thing; going days wihout a bath or growing they're dredlocks out past
they're ass. Maybe they are just practicing for later field work.
Either way I left class feeling dirty and icky. I'm sure people
mistook me for "one of them" for the rest of the day. Sitting through
that class is like mixing art school with a third world refugee camp.
Luckily it's at the end of the day and I can rush home to disinfect
and delouse myself.

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