What happens when I get bored

I had my first marketing class last night. It was boring. Very very boring. First of all, the professor, who was probably in his mid-fifties, showed up in a polo shirt with a popped collar so I already hate him. While I was there I got tired of doodling and instead started writing whatever crossed my mind…anything to keep myself awake. Here’s my notes for your entertainment:

5:33 – I can’t believe I’m going to miss Dancing with the Stars just to spend three hours reviewing the homework.

5:41 – People are stupid.

5:46 – I hate people who don’t raise their hands to talk (When the class is graded on participation and you interrupt other people who haven’t had a chance to speak you’re what people call a Douchebag.)

5:43 – I forgot to bring dinner to work…soooooo hungry. I’m so hungry I actually feel sick to my stomach.

5:52 – Shut. Your. Mouth. What did I say about not interrupting people?!

5:58 – Am I really in graduate school? I only wonder because it appears to me that we’re spending three hours going over homework that consisted of reading comprehension questions.

6:05 – I really need to get my bangs trimmed. They look like a hot tranny mess. (Did I use that in the right way? I really don’t know what it means.)

6:11 – Remember in movies how kids always read comic books hidden behind their school books. I need to figure out a way to work that in this class. I should follow the example of the kid sitting next to me who’s instant messaging friends.

6:17– My bladder is going to explode. Maybe I should stop with this and start writing a will.

6:23 – I wonder what would happen if I started to cry from boredom…I think I’m about to find out.

6:37 – I should come up with a new catchphrase. How ‘bout Shazam? I might have stole that from somebody else…I lack all creativity skills.

6:41 – Stomach growling loudly. People looking around trying to locate noise.

6:47 – Oh dear God. I’m so hungry. Please make it stop. Now I’m whimpering and this can only mean that nobody will want to be in a group with the weird whimpering girl.

6:53 – Just because somebody else is willing to do something does NOT justify an action! Why is this so hard to understand?!

6:59 – People are so stupid.

7:06 – Raise your fucking hand or shut your mouth.

7:11 – My classmates are so unethical it boggles the mind. This is why markets need to be regulated because I can tell you first hand that business students are NOT ethical. They have no morals. None.

7:17 – This, my friends, is why I always have food in my car. Just had a break and was able to run out to the car and grab cheezits. I’m so happy right now.

7:26 – Less than an hour left in class. Shazam! Does it work?

Apparently, this is the point where I passed out…either that or was too distracted by the cheezits to write. I really hope the next class isn’t this boring – I just can’t handle it. I’m afraid of what kind of harm I might possibly inflict on myself if I have to relive this again.

Examples of how gullible I am

Something Crissy said on her bloggie blog today reminded me of a story I just HAD to share despite the fact that ultimately is in an accurate representation of what a ditz I can be. Chuckles and I have spent a couple weekends over the past couple summers lounging around at Lake Chelan and while we generally just lay around and wait for the skin cancer to get us every once in a while we get off our bums and go look through the little touristy shops that permeate the place.

One day we were wandering around an art gallery and I offhandedly mentioned that I liked a painting, which happened to be by one Ed Hunt. Chuckles responded by saying, “Huh. I know his brother Mike.” I replied by loudly saying, “You’ve never mentioned Mike Hunt to me. I have never met Mike Hunt.” Chuckles told me to use my inside voice or I should say attempted to but he was having difficulty because he was laughing too hard.

Then there was the time we were driving up to the tulip fields and as we were passing a Hertz rental car place Chuckles ever so sweetly asked me if I would like a “Hertz donut”. My reply? “Hertz has donuts? Well, yeah I want one. You know how much I love do – OW! What the?!” Yep, he punched me in the arm and then said, “Hurts, don’t it?” HAHAHA. He’s a riot and I’m a dum dum.