Goddammit people

Goddammit people, is it asking too much to show some consideration when you're out in public these days?


Fuck you all...

Weekend Seminar Part 2

Usually I don't like to keep a plethora of entries on my blog simply because it looks really trashy when you have a bunch of different posts that are in no way related to one another. This is one such post that indirectly relates to my previous entry and therefore deserves to be posted in conjunction with one another. Relativism.

As you can see before, I took a weekend seminar class last month. I am taking another one this weekend that relates to Political Science, and ironically enough, fucking MOUTH BREATHER is attending it as well. Mouth Breather showed up to class about 40 minutes after it had started and was sitting in the back row. Would you believe me if I told you that I could hear this long-lost son of MEATLOAF breathing all the way to the front of the class where I was sitting? Unbelievable but it is true. Sure enough, Mouth Breather once again was zoning out in class, sleeping and playing games on his cell phone. Dude - why the fuck do you even attend these things in the first place if you're not going to take them seriously? He actually started making friends with that Danish weirdo from last class since he too is attending this one. I think they're both going to go out tonight, get drunk, and swap hair secrets on how they both maintain their pony tails or some shit. Who knows.

What I do know is that there are two uber-hotties who sit next to one another that I have deemed the SLUT SISTERS since I could hear them whisper how they're going to blow some dude or whatever tonight. During one of the breaks I said "You two must be related because the both of you have some very interesting conversations" - one of them started to freak the shit out and then no sooner did she say "Why, what did you hear exactly", than I just simply gave her a shit-eating grin, replied "Enough" and she ran to the bathroom to get her friend and for the next 5 minutes you could hear a commotion going on. They both returned and stared at me for the better part of a half hour, than they finally decided that I was just fucking with them. For the remainder of the class they decided to keep their conversation to a barely audible whisper since they knew I was on to them. Heh.

The professor himself is this African dude who speaks with a British accent. He dresses impeccably and really knows his shit. Dare I say he's the first teacher I've had in a long time that does the subject matter justice. The rest of the class seems to be bored or falling asleep and have absolutely no clue as to European history and its correlation to what he's teaching.

Heh. Tomorrow I plan on seeing Mouth Breather, Danish Dude and the Slut Sisters all coming in drunk, hung-over and all looking like shit. Or, if Mouth Breather stays in true form, he won't even show up for class until it's an hour before our final like he did for our class on the Third Reich. I plan on getting a good laugh either way.


Heh.