This morning I came to the conclusion that no one looks good running with a backpack. Next time you're on campus just take a good look around and spot the runners and you'll see what I mean. It's just super awkward, not only for the kid running with a backpack but for the bystander as well. It's right up there with public displays of affection and when you catch someone staring at you.
I began to notice that my environment teacher makes the same jokes like everyday. "Back when I was a kid, you know in the 1990's hahahaha." And no one else laughs. Another thing about that class is that the TA has a bad lisp and it makes it so hard to concentrate. I went through the whole class today and took two lines of notes. It's environmentalists like these people who give the rest of us a bad name.
I walked into the Union today to wait for my next class and to people watch. As I sat there I witnessed a kid take out his phone, look around, extend it in front of him, and take a picture of himself. He repeated this process several more times. The whole time I just wanted to ask, "Want me to take the picture for you?" or inform him that everyone can tell what he was doing. He wasn't being that sneaky. I love when I go on people's Facebook profiles and see a whole album entitled "me" and it's all pictures of them either taking pictures in the mirror or the whole hold the camera above you, make the kissy face, and look up at the top of your eyes. SOOOOO CUTE!
To take a serious turn today, for those of you who think I'm a bitch I would like to inform you that I helped a blind girl to the bus stop today. So you can all suck it.
In my bad words class I could have sworn a hobo walked into the class. Either that or he was a man I've never seen before with very strong hobo-like qualities. I mean the rugged, "I don't give a fuck" look works for some guys but definitely not him. For the whole class I contemplated giving him a dollar but I thought it would be better to give him the benefit of the doubt. I also learned how to say "cunt" in spanish, cono (with a squiggle above the n). Isn't college just great?
The title from today comes from Daley and I discussing whether or not people who have no hands still get hooks. I think you can see where the conversation went from there.
At the end of the day Daley, Sarah, Paige, and I were walking to the TRAX station from the lacrosse game when we saw a girl trip out of her car. No one was going to pay any attention to it until Daley started laughing hysterically. Needless to say, the girl noticed and I don't think she was very happy.
I love when our suite mates get drunk and talk about weird stuff in the bathroom, "Am I annoying? Am I annoying? Hey, am I annoying? I WANT TO GO TO BETO's!!!"
Remember how I blogged about the group of Daleys? This is our impression.
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