Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Manipulating the Manipulators....


So I had a confrontation today with someone I spent a little time with awhile back and also in the not so recent past...it occured to me that I have never really dealt with him on a personal level until now, and by personal level I mean thought about it at any great length.  Anywho, he tried to turn a dumbass insignificant occasion into something of a dramatic nature, and I curbed it by bringing up something that I knew would get to him.  Was that wrong? Probably. Do I care? Probably not. Anyway, it kind of made me smile to know that I walked out of the encounter amused by the fact that I wasn't the one that felt like crap this time.  So to that person...Fuck You.
That being said:
I'm sitting in the UC Commons, and I have to say that I love coming in here. You get the best entertainment money can buy... Yesterday I'm sitting here doing my homework and I get to listen in on a conversation by a girl, and we're going to refer to her as Sorority Girl or SG for short, talk about how she can't find the right guy.  Her basis for argument was the idea that she couldn't find a man that would be home when she got there and is willing to clean up once in awhile, do some cooking, shower her with attention, etc.  Well hello, this is Earth and your a dumbass.  But still it was entertaining to listen to her sob story.
Exit SG and enter Freaky Weirdo, or FW
So FW and his buddy sit down at the table formerly occupied by SG,  they didn't stay long but the time they spent was well worth my time anyway.  So FW starts talking about the weirdos on campus as if he's normal, and let me tell you, you should have seen this guy, quite aways out there and that was just based on appearances.  Back to their conversation though: they started talking about how they always had to sit facing a window or the door to the room so that when supposed freak of nature Q enters to "blow them all away" they will know what's coming and be able to either jump out of the way, or out the window at the very least.  Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious and I was laughing the whole time at them.
So that brings us to today....

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