… in THAT class (if you really have to ask, you don’t read this blog enough), and this semester, we’ve got a whole new cast of characters. We’ve got FeedWithASpoon, who has to raise her hand to question everything that is going on. It’s so bad that I refuse to help her, because I no longer have the patience. Then, we’ve got her cousin SweatsTheLittleStuff, who gets the big ideas, but has to ask about the small things that are ultimately inconsquential. We’ve got the TokenLatecomer, the person who strolls in 20 minutes late, and then asks to be helped to catch up for the rest of class. My maing beef with him is that when everyone is free to go or stay, he usually goes rather quickly. Then, we have my favorites. The Deuces. Or, as I lovingly call them, the Toolboxes. These two guys are a pair. Where one goes, the other does too. Never do anything nice for them, because they’ll follow you around. Never live in the same dorm as them, because they’ll get the front desk to stalk you for them. Just to do something else for them. They bicker and argue like an old married couple.
***BREAKING NEWS***
I just got to initiate the ownage of one of my most loathed enemies. Chris Vance, eat mine.
***BREAKING NEWS***
Back to the toolboxii. One of them has the man-beast beard, just an unkempt tangle of hair that covers 300% of his face. The other, has that kinda-beard. The one that covers the undercarraige of neck and chin, but stops right at his jaw line, not because he shaves it like that, but because his balls haven’t dropped low enough to get the hair to grow everywhere else yet. The Worst Part: They’re into computers. And they talk about them. Incessantly. They’re like TSM MAJORS. You know those TSM majors. The ones that talk alot of jargon, but never really know what they are talking about. Yeah, these guys are the pinnacle of them. And *guess what*, they really are TSM majors. It’s almost too perfect. They are going to own themselevs here in about 4 more years, when they become nothing more than cable monkeys at the local Charter office. Good job guys.
Okay, I’m sick, I’m tired, I’m getting weary, adn there are hands in the air. I love you all.