Music:"Beyond the Valley of the Gift Police" -- Jello Biafra
hello silence, my old friend...
On a college campus, it's bothersome enough when someone in the crowd yells out to someone with the same name as you, and you turn around and look like an idiot when you discover you weren't the one they were yelling at (I have learned to completely disregard this). Today, as I was walking to class, I passed this girl who said "Hey," and I momentarily assumed she was speaking to me; I glanced right briefly to see she was on a cell phone, so I didn't feel like too much of an ass for acknowledging a non-comment.
It sort of saddens me to see cell phones being poked at and played with during the down time between classes (and even during class, for that matter)...I remember when that was Game Boy's (the original, with the green- and puke-yellow pixel screen) job. Back in the day, you'd probably be reprimanded for playing a mind-rotting video-game device. A ha.
"OMG MY BFRIEND CALLD WR GOIN DRINKIN AFTUR CLASS!"
I wish I could just talk out loud to myself constantly, too, but I wouldn't want to pay the roaming fees.
There was really no point in posting this. Good day.