Today was extremely long, extremely dry, and extremely eventful in terms of eavesdropping.

After brain-numbing Philosophy and Writing, Econ just made me cry. When people in your college classes don't know how to do basic math, it is a sad, sad day. Anyway, I went to Cheyho for an absolutely delicious lunch consisting of a tuna sandwich, vanilla ice cream, and apple juice, my ears were attacked by malicious, possibly legitimately dead-in-the-head girls.

One girl, who was stupid enough to get an MIP, was assigned to 5 minimal hours of 'community service.' When she reported to the UMC to do this so-called community service, she found she only had to scoop cookie dough in the bakery for a few hours. That is RIDICULOUS. It just inflames my hatred for human uselessness. What is with the lack of student control in this school? If people deliberately go against the rules and the law and are assigned to a minimal amount of community service, they should actually be doing service to make up for their violations. Anything would suffice: picking up trash by the roads, cleaning tables, even repenting for their transgressions by posting anti-alcohol campaign posters. But scooping cookie dough onto little platters for the oven? How does that in any way serve the purpose of community service and as a punishment for crossing the line? Sometimes, just for the sake of stupid people, I wish that this was Singapore and women could be caned. Sigh.

Then, this ridiculous group of squawking girls began asking each other if women could be pedophiles. When one of the less cotton-headed girls answered that yes, this was in fact possible, another girl asked if little boys could, and I quote, 'get it up.' We were in a freaking eating area. I was so scarred. Then another girl piped up that yes, this in fact was possible as well, for one of the boys she BABY-SAT touched himself. Um... ew. I am beyond scarred at this point.

Then when I went to the library, I picked a nice little desk stall thing to myself and set my bag down and set off to go to the bathroom because there was a girl next to the stall so I thought my bag was safe. I went to the bathroom, came back, saw my bag was safe, and sat on one of the public computers near my desk stall to do some research. I'd noticed that the girl previously sitting by my belongings had left and my stuff was unguarded by still relatively safe as I was doing research about 8 feet away. Out of the corner of my eye, in this packed student work area, a short greasy-haired guy moved directly towards my bag and then paused directly in front of my desk stall when I swung my head to stare casually at him. At this point, he was hovering over my bag when the area around my stuff was empty. He caught my eye, stood still, and then walked back to his table about 20 feet in the other direction. He then kept glancing back at me every few minutes. Ladies and gentlemen (or just ladies), I successfully thwarted this guy's pathetic attempt to steal my laptop, iPod, Milky Way bar, and tissues. Do I have good observation skills or what? Jeez, I really wish that he'd begun to open my bag so that I could have tapped him on the shoulder and asked him if he could hand me my pencil case. Haha. That would have been so epic.

Anyway, then on the bus when I was listening to Ratatat awesome techno on full volume, a girl's high-pitched penetrating voice still managed to reach my ears. She was blabbing on a nearly full bus about her friend's taste in boys compared to that of hers. "She said that she would never date Ian in a million years because he was so not cute and so ugly, and then I said that I wouldn't touch Ricky with a 100-foot-pole, I mean he's f****** Mexican -" At this point I was pretty much staring at her open-mouthed and I'm pretty sure a really offended Hispanic girl sitting across from her was staring daggers at her. Um... politically incorrect, anyone?

Where do people on this campus come from? And where did they accumulate their awful social skills? I am shocked at the state of a lot of the human race. Oh well, back to researching caning of young American car-vandals in Singapore.

IPOD: What a beautiful white Chesterfield couch! It's perfect for a light loft on Chicago or San Francisco. Yay for cleanliness!

-S