Back with a vengeance

I did not sleep well last night because I was too busy thinking about midterms to relax. Now I am edgy, which is probably not the best mood to blog in, but it's the kind of mood that elicits an "ah, to hell with it" attitude, so here I go.

There is a person in my literature class who talks too much because she thinks she is smarter than my super-fly professor. Today she had the audacity to complain to anyone who would listen that her daughter had to read Tess of the D'Urbervilles for class and OH MAH GAWD, I READ THE BACK AND THERE'S A RAPE IN IT! AFTER SHE FINISHED I ASKED HER IF SHE HAD ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT SEX. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SHE HAVE TO READ A BOOK ABOUT RAPE? Perhaps it's because Tess of the D'Urbervilles is a wonderful book? Perhaps it's because Tess of the D'Urbervilles is not actually about rape. Perhaps you should actually read the pages (the things in between the covers) before you harp on the contents of the book? OH MAH GAWD! BURN THEM ALL!

There is another person in my rhetoric class who talks too much because he thinks he's smarter than the majority of the human race. Today he literally screamed about how the word "opulent" does not have a negative connotation (which is does) and about how the "tide" metaphor (ex: "her words were a rising tide, rushing in and engulfing everything in their path") is overused, crappy, and girly. Not the right things to say in a room full of female English majors, chief.

There is yet another person in my life who thinks s/he is smarter than God himself, and s/he manages to make my skin crawl right off of my bones and out the door. Whenever I see or hear [this person], my blood boils, my eyes turn red and black and my fingernails become razors. I am generally a nice person, but I can only take so much. And that's all I'm going to say about that awful wretch (at least in this public forum :) ).

Happy midterming!