Simply what the heck?

        The time is 2:33pm. The weather is hot but barable in the shade, which is where I am pensively nibbling on carrot slices, trying horribly to study for my sociology test thats in 50 minutes ,and I am faced with a problem.....


        The problem that I can never escape the weirdness of this so called world. My life is surrounded by weird creepy people. Not that I'm not weird and I can certainly be creepy... But times like these I wish that just once it would happen to someone else.

        While trying to remember Herbert Meads theory of the social self, my ears are burned with a botch singing of rent songs, wicked songs , Taylor swift and  profanity from nerds. I swear I have nothing against nerds or video games but this group in front of me is a bunch of guys and an awkward girl trying to sing and pass soccer balls back and forth while while swearing at each other over the game Zelda and pulling each others ponytails, weird right? Yeah tell me about it. I guess I could move to a different place, but that would involve frying in the sun. And I can't eat my lunch in the library. Tough life.

       Twice I have almost been hit with a soccer ball. They keep hitting the windows of the building where my table is at, I am surprised no one has come to tell them to cut it out. My book is lying open shouting at me to study but my eyes are assaulted from these people who are not only wearing dog collars but leashes attached to them. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in peoples head. But have come to the conclusion I really don't want to know. Popping a cherry tomato in my mouth I wonder how much time I have spent conspicuously staring at these people and how they interact with each other, total time : 15 minutes...... minutes until test : 35 and it takes at least 5 minutes to get where I am to my classroom so total now is :30 minutes... sigh.

        You know it's times like these when I realize that I really am not that weird/strange considering what is going on in front of me. .... really? dog collars? leashes? I mean why?!

       ......okay I admit I want to throw their soccer ball in the pond across from me just to see what they would do, is that bad?

where was I?.... oh yes, Herbert Meads theory of self..... lovely.

Time till testing doom: 18 minutes. curse you Zelda.