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This afternoon was completely bizarre. Adam convinced me to chill out with him at the Crimson Moon rather than hit the gym. Being the nice person I am, I made the sacrifice with few complaints. Perhaps this was my first mistake. Adam and I purchase our drinks (yay coffee!) and settle into seats on opposite sides of a table to discuss our Mock Trial case, but mostly talk about fashion and gossip about people. Adam is the most shallow, materialistic person I know. In all honesty, I think he is a huge pain in the ass. Still, we manage to have something that resembles meaningful conversation until I glance at the coffee bar only to notice Josh, the economics class coffee shop boy. "That guy was in my economics class," I tell Adam. "I thought he was cute." I know Josh could not have heard me, but moments later he is brushing by me, stopping to try to bum a cigarette. He says he doesn't believe me when I tell him that I don't smoke before launching into am "I know you! You're my best friend!" speech. Great. He is clearly intoxicated. Josh has a girl in tow and they bicker about what my name could be because obviously he is too popular and special to possibly remember my name. I introduce myself to Josh's porcelain doll companion and learn that her name is Rachel. She tells us the real reason they came over to talk to Adam and me is that they thought we looked fascinating. Before I realize what is happening, they are seated: Josh next to me, and Rachel next to Adam. We start talking, and I find Josh to be obnoxious and condescending and Rachel to be far too enamored with Josh. They try to win us over by exercising large vocabularies and referencing the literary canon. Josh tells the most horrific joke about someone confusing Arthur Murray with Arthur Miller, and then has the audacity to explain the joke, as if I am too uneducated to understand. He expounded on the accomplishments of Oscar Wilde, used the word "kitsch" in commonplace conversation, and repeatedly referred to Adam and I as "kids" and "so young". Still he offered to purchase us drinks- please! this guy is only 20 himself. Next, Rachel tells us about the bohemian lifestyle she wants to live in Paris. I found the entire conversation revolting. They want to hang out with Adam and I again. I don't want to spend time with Adam, let alone the mock bohemians. I wish I'd had a tape deck to record our conversation. It was far more than laughable.