se-greg-gation of damn-nation
RANT TIME!
Wanna know what fucking blows my mind, just irritates me relentlessly?
It's the people who come to library and;
-listen to their dreadful iPod too loud and with the worst fucking music in the world
-talk about how they'll have to get a paper extension because "i'm going out all weekend"
-sit on a computer and (nevermind selfishly hogging a computer) and play fucking solitare for 3 hours.
-wear too much colonge and perfume (because who aren't you going to impress at the UPEI library?)
-talk on MSN the whole time they're here and wonder why they get no work done
-The worst is:::
Ask me to help them. I don't help anyone. Best of all, I'm in this urine soaked hell hole surrounded by books and articles about ethics and literature etc. and it seems every 5 minutes someone has to ask me if i'm in biology/calculus/anthropology class.
DO I FUCKING LOOK LIKE I AM? THESE ENGLISH BOOKS/NOVELS NOT GIVING AWAY THE ANSWER?
But I can understand the confusion as I tend to very much blend into the scenery and have the kinda face you can't remember, what with my 2 1/2 foot long hair, shaggy beard, eyebrow hoop, and the same damn Iron Maiden hoodie I wear to blend into the masses of Iron Maiden fans that patrole our campus in order to spread the word of Bruce Dickenson.
Fuck.