Life is full of dumb asses

Okay, so tonight is venting night (or another bitch session in my case). I can not believe how many dumb ass people I run into each week. Tonight I met a few of them - on the road, at school. You find them everywhere. Fact is, it's kind of hard to avoid them there are so many.

The first dumb ass of the day I saw while driving to school this afternoon. Now, I have to admit, I'm a twirler. You know, people that twirl their hair as a nervous habit. I've done it since I was two. In my sleep, in the car while driving, at home while I am studying and thinking.  When I am worried, sad, stressed, mad. Where ever, when ever twirling is my thing. But this is normally a GIRLS habit. Girls with hair. I don't think I have ever seen a guy, even one with long locks mind you, twirling his hair. Gay right? Yep. Well tonight I saw that guy . In his car, while driving. Problem was, he had no hair. He kept pulling at nothing in his hands and trying to twist it in his fingers. And he was like feeling the ends and shit. Weird huh? I thought so. I just could not stop looking at him (he was in front of me waiting to turn) because it was one of the stupidest things I have seen attempted by a man. And boy was he persistent! He did not give up. Just kept trying to grab and twist twirl like he had somethin there.

The second dumbass was in my first class at school. I have a real problem with people making noise in class when I am trying to pay attention. TRYING is the key word here. It's hard to do in a school full of dumb ass college kids. Honestly, I don't know how half of them get in and pass. I've come to the realization that their parents must just have money. They are not there to learn. They are there to plan the next party and socialize. They show up in pajamas and slippers. They try to run you over on bikes, skateboards, skates and golf carts. Hell I even almost got run over by Dale Jr. in a sand rail type thing a few years back. Don't even know how he got that thing on campus! Anyway, they text in class faster than you can talk, and it is a quite common thing which is annoying as hell. Click, click. Clickety, click, click, click.  AARRRGGGHHHH! The girl in front of me was doing that the whole time we had a guest speaker. How rude! I am not in class to hear your little click, click, clicks. No excuses - that shit should be off limits in class as well as in the car.

Anyway, in addition to the girl the guy two people down on my right was making this annoying noise. A squeaking of sorts. I thought it was the girl next to me. When I finally could not stand it anymore, I turned directly towards her and gave her THE LOOK. And she promptly told me it was not her and that it was the guy next to her doing something. I finally figured out he was bouncing his leg up and down and his moccasins were squeaking. Yes, I said moccasins! The rubber soles of his mocks to be exact. But anyway, it was loud, it was annoying and you know damn well he heard it as well as the rest of us. Loud and clear. But yet he still did it on purpose. I wanted to smack him right out of his chair at that point.

The third dumb ass was in my second class during a group presentation. Poor guy, I kind of felt sorry for him because one of my team mates and I were laughing about his slip up and I am sure that others were as well. But I am not even sure he knew what he did wrong. He was talking about segregated neighborhoods and mentioned African Americans and Chickeenies. Yes, that's right - Chickeenies (is this the 'word of the day'?) Kinda like combining Chick's n Bikini's. Anyway, I knew he meant "Chicanos", but how do you tell a totally white young midwest nerd boy that he made a mistake like that? Worse part is, how do you grow up in today's day and age and NOT know what a chicano is? People, I swear. How do they get through life?

Last but not least, I am not without fault. I had my feet in the chair next to me and the chair gave out and something went flying. My group was laughing hysterically out loud during their presentation (It was rude, but unavoidable). This caused our teacher to laugh out loud and for her to ask if everything was okay with us. I had to confess "I think I broke something". The two guys in my group and I looked at the broken piece and were baffled. What was it? It was a large plastic piece that I thought was the arm of the chair (brand new chairs by the way). We finally figured out it was something that clipped on underneath the tables and there was a bunch of them. The chair arm had put pressure on it since my feet were putting pressure on the chair and it popped. Not broken thank god. I fixed it. But all I could think of was 'DUMBASS'!

Done venting now. Thanks. I feel much better.

Peace!