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Sunday, October 31, 2010
To the two idiots chatting it up in the Killam 5th floor QUIET section: SHUT THE HELL UP!
No one cares about how your date went last night-- not even the friend you're talking to. I have a midterm in T-108 minutes and all I can concentrate on is the visualization I have of the outfit this guy wore last night.
It's called a study area for a reason-- people STUDY in here. Clearly this is something you girls don't understand, seeing as how you have zero books or papers with you, and are simply feasting on chips, chocolate and Pepsi. I guess there was no where else on the entire campus you two could go to eat that shit. So not only do I have to listen to an annoying conversation about something we all don't give a crap about, but also the sounds of crackling wrappers, crunching sounds and disgusting open-mouthed chewing-- keeping everyone from concentrating on anything school related.
Do us all a favour and either get to studyin' or get to steppin' cause I'm about two minutes away from throwing in MY input on this guy you're seeing, and honestly, it doesn't seem like he likes you all that much. —HereComesTheYellowCoatBitches
Tags: quiet on the set