More Willie.
Time to vent. If you are in the library, shut the fuck up! I don’t care if you are in a study room or you aren’t on the designated quiet floor. It is still a library! Not a fraternity house, not a bar, not a house party, a f’ing library! SHUT UP!
I am sitting in the back corner of the ground floor...where it should be quiet and peaceful, after all, it is FINALS WEEK. BUT. For some reason the large group of morons, who happen to sound like they were raised in the Opelika ghetto, feel the need to make loud noises and exclamations...not to mention the overall volume of their voice. Did they never learn what an inside voice was? I want to throw rocks at them.
And every 5 minutes someone comes OUT of the room to talk on the cell phone. Yes. Because they might disturb their jackass friends, they come out and bother everyone else that is actually trying to study.
Go figure that today is the day I leave my iPod in my car and park a mile away. I read the same page for about 30 minutes while my mind wondered over the countless ways I could torture the things in the study room. Would they even feel pain or are they too stupid to even do that?
Studying is almost impossible now. I have no drive.
“She wan na whattin da tes”
What does that even mean? Did Auburn run out of rejection letters and have to let everyone in?
I got up to tell them to quiet down, but I looked in the door and got confused. It was like looking backstage at the Jerry Springer show before the guests go on....which is what I imagine these people do in their free time. A conglomeration of the most uneducated, trashiest people I have ever seen or heard. They are actually explaining how to wait in a line and order at the library cafe. Seriously. After this site, I think I’ll be better off just finding another spot to study...after one last quote.
“WHOOOOO! It smullin’ like hot ass un her.”
Or it could be the smell of the dumpster you crawled out of.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Study Rage.
