Oh man, today was a full day. Didn't sleep until 3:30ish, woke up at 7, School from 9-4, work from 5-10; was so tired all day.

The best part of today was me getting to yell at some douche bag in my econ class that I absolutely cannot stand. While I am a judgemental person, for the most part, I leave the people in my class alone, and they do the same for me. I'm usually indifferent towards them, but this guy...this guy is just shady. There's something not right about him, something arrogant, yet loserish, with a touch of kiss ass. He was in one of my classes during the summer and he's just one of those people who tries to participate but ends up making a complete ass of themselves. Anywho, to the good part.

So he starts out the class by bringing in our teacher's stuff for her. Alright....brownnoser...not so annoying. Then he talks to her like he's interested, trying to find out more about her. I realized he did this at the end of our last class period. Class goes on as usual, then we finally get our break, and it's during this break that I can sense he's getting to cocky; feeling like he owns the class. Our class consists of three rows, with tables that are attached to each other forming long rows with chairs attach to them. He's sitting on the table in front of some people (who didn't even look like they liked him) and he calls our professor by "Feng" and gets her to go over to him and chat. At this point, the people he's sitting in front of are kinda looking around, wondering wtf is going on. I told Rory about the guy in the beginning of class, so we were closely observing him, not that he wasn't drawing much attention to himself in the first place. When class began after break, he was sitting on the desk and Rory and I were just staring at him with that great "WTH do you think you're doing look." He sat in his seat.

Now here's the really great part. Someone's phone goes off on vibrate, but only a couple seconds later, we hear some idiot yelling. We all turn to a window and it's the douchebag, yelling out the window at someone below, 30 minutes before class is over. I happily seize this opportunity to yell at him. "What the hell are you doing?" Honestly now, that's just rude. Beyond rude. And after I yelled at him (thinking about it still makes me happy), our professor, a very nice lady who tries to tolerate everything, asked him what he was doing. His response? Take a guess. A wild one. What excuse would you make up in a situation like this.

"I forgot."

FORGOT WHAT? That you were in the middle of class? That you're a fucking idiot? That all your attempt to suck up to the professor have now perished the unsightly flames of your stupidity?

I'm not mad at all. His embarassment was the reason for my happiness.

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