Just because the computer monitor doesn't have the balls to tell you off for talking in a noise-free room doesn't give you the liberty to keep on conversing in shrill high-pitched squealing. Why don't you three sluts grow a brain between you and gain enough common sense to not announce to the entire room your predictable guy troubles. I told you, politely, to be quiet, seeing as I was in the middle of writing an eight page research paper. That glare and "fuck off" look was totally uncalled for. The glare and evil smile I gave in response wasn't.
~~~~~~
Dear Brainless Twits,
I can't believe you have the gall to turn about and ask me questions in the middle of a lecture you were to busy talking through to listen to. Maybe if you'd paid attention you wouldn't be asking me what chapters were going to be on the exam when the professor answered that question not five minutes earlier. Here's a thought for you, you brainless twits: why not take your moronic asses out of the room and leave the studying to those who want to earn a college education. By the way, the matching faux fur vests you were wearing are tacky and impractical in California's 75 degree weather.
no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 11:56 pm (UTC)