This Stupid State...
I hate the state of Idaho.
Brad's latest blog post succinctly surmises my feeling regarding this matter.
"I don't have any doubt now, no indecision."
As I've often complained in previous posts here, the people in this state are complete imbeciles, people whose mental acumen is well below par. I get grouped with them on a regular basis in my classes at school, so I know what I am talking about. As I was walking back to the Student Union Building today (getting a loan check from the financial aid guys), I was saddened and dismayed to witness the most redneck event I have ever seen with my own eyes. Upon approaching the double doors on the north side of the building, I noticed, and was intrigued by the fact, that there were a large amount of Hot Topic robots congregating near the doors. You know the ones I am talking about, do not pretend not too. The ones that have no individuality, purchasing pre-saftey-pin-covered multi-useless-zippered pants, black t-shirts, clips, chains, whips, spikes, etcetera, so that they think they look like social outcasts, oppressed by the "inadequate" present government. SO, anyway, I saw two guys standing outside the doors discussing something between themselves. A pudgy young Hot Topic robot female promptly exited the building and prceeded to walk directly at one of the guys. I was not close enough to hear the whole of the conversation, but the end of it was "... I can't believe you said that about me!" The female robot then proceeded to slap the male robot and then she stomped angrily away. The un-slapped Hot Topic male robot then exclaimed "No, she did not just do that!" I immediately began laughing out loud, right in front of them, as I walked through the doors. I could not help myself. Inside, the female robot was exchanging high-fives with some of her other white-trash, Hot Topic, female friends. "You go girl!" No white person should ever say that, seriously. It does not work.
The whole ordeal lasted no longer than 30 seconds, but I came away from the experience feeling like I had just viewed a lifetime of Jerry Springer shows all at once. I was chuckling to myself about it the entire way to the financial aid desk where I collected my loan check. I left the building utilizing the same doors, but the area was distinctly less saturated with "poser". The normal light hippy aura was back and everything had returned to normal. Freaks browsing for porn on their laptops in public, middle-aged white women dragging those friggin' stupid backpacks on wheels that make 120 decibel noises when the wheels hit any sort of crack in the floor no matter how invisible the cracks are to the naked eye...
I sound like a serial killer on the verge of snapping with this post.
But, I digress.
Due to a "senior moment", my economics teacher upped my macroeconomics test score by four, making it a 92% instead of 88%. Sweet deal. I did not study for this test either. Judging by my performance, I need to spend some time studying next time.
Work is calling my name, but the shower is screaming it, so it gets my attention first.
Enjoy this post. Read it over and over. Muse it's possible deep meanings, then realize that I wrote it.
Have a good night, all.
Brad's latest blog post succinctly surmises my feeling regarding this matter.
"I don't have any doubt now, no indecision."
As I've often complained in previous posts here, the people in this state are complete imbeciles, people whose mental acumen is well below par. I get grouped with them on a regular basis in my classes at school, so I know what I am talking about. As I was walking back to the Student Union Building today (getting a loan check from the financial aid guys), I was saddened and dismayed to witness the most redneck event I have ever seen with my own eyes. Upon approaching the double doors on the north side of the building, I noticed, and was intrigued by the fact, that there were a large amount of Hot Topic robots congregating near the doors. You know the ones I am talking about, do not pretend not too. The ones that have no individuality, purchasing pre-saftey-pin-covered multi-useless-zippered pants, black t-shirts, clips, chains, whips, spikes, etcetera, so that they think they look like social outcasts, oppressed by the "inadequate" present government. SO, anyway, I saw two guys standing outside the doors discussing something between themselves. A pudgy young Hot Topic robot female promptly exited the building and prceeded to walk directly at one of the guys. I was not close enough to hear the whole of the conversation, but the end of it was "... I can't believe you said that about me!" The female robot then proceeded to slap the male robot and then she stomped angrily away. The un-slapped Hot Topic male robot then exclaimed "No, she did not just do that!" I immediately began laughing out loud, right in front of them, as I walked through the doors. I could not help myself. Inside, the female robot was exchanging high-fives with some of her other white-trash, Hot Topic, female friends. "You go girl!" No white person should ever say that, seriously. It does not work.
The whole ordeal lasted no longer than 30 seconds, but I came away from the experience feeling like I had just viewed a lifetime of Jerry Springer shows all at once. I was chuckling to myself about it the entire way to the financial aid desk where I collected my loan check. I left the building utilizing the same doors, but the area was distinctly less saturated with "poser". The normal light hippy aura was back and everything had returned to normal. Freaks browsing for porn on their laptops in public, middle-aged white women dragging those friggin' stupid backpacks on wheels that make 120 decibel noises when the wheels hit any sort of crack in the floor no matter how invisible the cracks are to the naked eye...
I sound like a serial killer on the verge of snapping with this post.
But, I digress.
Due to a "senior moment", my economics teacher upped my macroeconomics test score by four, making it a 92% instead of 88%. Sweet deal. I did not study for this test either. Judging by my performance, I need to spend some time studying next time.
Work is calling my name, but the shower is screaming it, so it gets my attention first.
Enjoy this post. Read it over and over. Muse it's possible deep meanings, then realize that I wrote it.
Have a good night, all.
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