That Gun is Loaded

I feel like I start each post the exact same way. "Sorry readers I guess life just got really busy and I lost track of myself." Or some variation of it. This time though I can't make that excuse because I have had plenty of time and several things I could have given my opinion on, but I just didn't.

I know,  I know... I'm not as funny as I think I am...  Who else is supposed to entertain the masses?

I find its just a little harder to find things that drive me up the wall or that I find odd in human nature during the summer when all I do is work. Work myself to the point of insanity. But hey,  I survived with very little permanent mental damage. Now that I'm back at school and constantly surrounded by the idiocy of students and the constant need for one to be the center of attention, I have plenty to write about.

For instance, whilst participating in one of my favorite sports activities in the vast hallways that are Utah Valley University (people watching) I stumbled upon a young woman surrounded by the a group of horny adoring men. She had them captivated, all clearly eager to see who could ask her out first  excited for the ending of the story. As she spun this grandeous tale keeping them hooked on every word, another rather attractive girl bounced up to the group tearing the attention away from the young blonde. Her pretty little brow crumpled into a tangle of rage as she fought to redirect the attention again.

The faux redhead kept the attention of the godlike baseball player (who had the blonde sitting in his lap ) fixed completely on her as they laughed and caught up with each other. It was not long after she must have asked him what he was doing later (from my muffled vantage point across the hall I could only catch bits and pieces of conversation) when the blonde did something that shocked  almost made me laugh out loud.

She took him by the face and crashed her rouged lips against his. Jealousy seeped off of each person in the gaggle on the couch, and what felt like demonic rage pulsated from the faux redhead. The godlike baseball player,  clearly confused, sat stiff as a board whole the blonde tried to loosen him up.

My sides were splitting as I tried to contain my laughter.  I felt sorry for the faux redhead as she lost the battle to the twiggy blonde. I know how that goes and the blondes always win. They go through "twiggy blonde life ruining"  courses. Its a sad cycle.

I mean who feels like the only way to regain attention is planting a kiss on the only person who isn't paying attention to you? Clearly, she does.

It was laughable, but I don't think anything will be able to top that incident in my people watching activities for a while. I give it an eight out of ten..

And there you have it folks. A post for you entertainer.

What do you want me to keep my eyes out for? Let me know in a comment



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