Yeah this just got awkward

So today I got to History class early in hopes of using the in class computer so I could listen to music on youtube. Unfortunately I was smacked in the face with two things.

The first being the fact that this 40+year old classmate of mine was sitting, in the dark, in the classroom. fuckmylife. Now I can't listen to music.

Second, the computer was not logged in. The person who usually leaves it logged in either didn't use the computer or logged out because they're fucking spiteful and God hates me. The whole logging in thing wouldn't have been a problem, you know, if it wasn't password protected.

Way to piss on my wounds God. Way to piss on my wounds.

So needless to say there I was, Mocha in hand, left stymied by a motherfucking password. I had nothing to do. I would have left and gone back to my car but unfortunately I had parked next to some kids that had their windows open and were going over their class notes. Aloud. About something horribly uninteresting.

So I stayed and decided to draw on the chalk board. Headsup: Blending via chalk=not possible.

So there I was, doodling and minding my own business when the 40 year old starts talking. I don't know what he started talking about but we started talking about school, and then he asked my major, I said Dental, he nodded and asked what I needed for the transfer. I told him, for ODU: 2 Anatomy, 2 Bio and 2 chem. For VCU, 2 Anatomy, 1 bio and 1 chem. He nodded and then said something uninteresting and strange and I, being the kind soul I am, agreed and carried on the conversation while drawing, making sure not to act interested and to imply that I did NOT want to continue this conversation he was so hellbent on having.

My loss.

He then said something about moving to some part of Eastern Europe, oh, sounds cool, I said, or something like that. He nodded and then proceeded to tell him that he was being kicked out of TCC because he had to many credit hours and was transfering to ODU which was going to kill his bank account and GI bill, which was a problem because than his evil ex-wife was going to try and snag it.

Errrrm.

I didn't say anything, I think I laughed awkwardly and looked away.

Our conversation continued for the next half an hour and everything was fine. Except for the fact that whenever he could, he would throw in some nasty remark about his ex-wife.

At one point he said something about her, and then stopped and added, "That evil fucking bitch"

I was so stunned I didn't really do anything. I mean, what could I do!? Other than shake my head and think, fuckfuckfuckhelp!

This is the second time that I've been stuck in conversation with a man who adds that he's in a nasty divorce with his evil ex-wife.

Each time I've just kind of stared at them and nodded, awkwardly.

Are you people doing this shit on purpose!? D:<

Shit.

Stop this nonsense.


In other news someone posted a link of Rock In Rio 2011 Slipknot style and a huge piece of me, the piece of me that used to love being knocked in the face in the moshpit, the part of me that loves a good heavy metal concert, the part of me that feels utterly ROBBED because her parents said she was to young to stay out all night at the Lunatic Luau when Slipknot was fucking HEADLINING THE FUCK OUT OF THAT SHIT!, is now rearing it's ugly head as I watch their performance of Duality ( a song I genuinely can't stand) live, and Sid Wilson did two stage dives into the crowd. And And And I'm just......


I WAAAAANT TO SEE THEM SOOOO BAAAAD! They sound soooo good, and they still seem to have the energy. Even though I only like their old stuff and Paul Gray is...passed.

And lord knows, after watching this, the poor guys are getting fucking old. Sid will probably continue jumping off high things until the day he dies, but the rest of them, shit son, they're getting old. Poor Shawn "Clown" looks tired up there, although props to him for acting like a crazed 20 year old lunatic, you can see he's a wee bit tired. I mean he's 40 with gray fucking hair. At some point they'll be retiring. There is only so long they can jump around stage like crazed animals for hours at a time. And I think once they lose that energy, there's no going back.

*sigh*

Seriously though, I need to see them live, in person, not on youtube, at least before Corey Taylor leaves (god please no) or Sid Wilson lands wrong on some part of his body. OrOr Mick's mask changes.