People who come into class five minutes before class ends baffle me. WHY? I used to know a kid in high school who would always come in five minutes before the bell rang. The kicker was when he came in right as the bell rang to signal the end of class. Today, some guy walked into Anthro at 12:55. The class ends at 1. Can somebody explain this to me? People are morons...

Why do cars think they have the right of way on campus? It's a campus! Students shouldn't have to worry about being harassed by cars as they walk to class. I swear, it's not enough that I almost get hit by a car almost everyday before I even reach campus. And now I have to worry about getting hit while on campus? All cars should be banned. I hate the way they creep up behind you as you're walking. This is a school! I can walk wherever the hell I want to. I hate the way they always act all impatient as they creep up behind you, as if they have the right of way. No, I will not walk on the sidewalk. When this happens, I just walk as slowly as I can, pretending to be completely oblivious to the fact that there's a car behind me which pisses them off even more. Yeah, that's right. Fuck you (insert birdie here).

People who talk loudly on cell phones should have their kneecaps busted...
I was walking home from campus today when I passed by this annoying chick on a cell phone. It only took me a minute to walk by, but in that minute I was subjected to the loudest and most obnoxious cell phone conversation I've ever heard. Here's what my ears were subjected to as I walked by. "I mean, give me a break! I had food poisoning, and this guy's just a total asshole! How rude can you fuckin' be? I mean, Jesus Christ!!! I thought Philadelphia was supposed to be the city of whatever...there's a nickname. I can't remember. But it's supposed to be really hospitable and stuff... NO!!! It's a nickname, and it's like supposed to be super hospitable!" God, I've seldom wanted to kill someone as much as I wanted to kill her. Wait, that's a lie. But still. I did want to kill her. And not surprisingly, she was a dumb blonde. Imagine this conversation in THE loudest, most obnoxious, blonde girl voice you can think of. I hate people who yell into their cell phones. Nobody wants to hear the pointless goings-on in your pointless lives. So just shut up. I don't care if you're walking on the street outside or if you're standing in line at the store. Have some courtesy for other people's ears and shut the fuck up. Nobody cares about you. You're worthless.

I was sitting in Anthro today tying my hair back when the woman sitting behind me decided to be a stupid, whiny bitch. I was leaning back slightly so that my hair would be easier to gather up and tie into a ponytail. As soon as I started doing this, the woman started kicking the back of my chair. And not in an accidental way, but almost violently. The entire time I was trying to tie my hair up, she repeatedly kicked my chair. I was getting so angry I wanted to turn around and punch her in the face. But before I could do this, she leaned forward and said in a way too annoyed and whiny voice, "Can you stop doing that? Your hair's getting in my way." I almost had a heart attack. "Well, you're kicking the back of my seat," I retorted. Then she said something like, "That's because your hair keeps hitting my stuff and I'm trying to get it out of the way." I thought to myself, is this bitch on crack? So my hair's in the way, so the way to get it out of the way is by kicking the back of my chair. First of all, my hair's not that long, halfway down my back, if even that. Secondly, it wasn't even like I was totally reclining back in my chair in which case my hair might touch the person in back of me. And I say "might" because even if I had been leaning as far back as I could, my hair would have only touched her knee. Those chairs aren't exactly recliners. And thirdly, the stupid bitch wasn't even writing on her desk. Those chairs come with desks for a reason. I think she was writing with her notebook on her knee. If she had used her desk like a normal person, my hair wouldn't have come anywhere near her notebook. The only way that my hair could have even slightly "gotten in the way" is if I had been leaning back as far as I could and she had been leaning forward as far as she could. It was obviously just an excuse for her to be a complete shithead. If my hair's in the way, tell me before you start kicking me in the back. Oh yeah, you were kicking my chair to get my hair out of the way. I wonder how that works. The next time someone does something like this, they get a punch in the face. If you want me to stop pissing you off, stop pissing me off, bitch.