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theres a bus i take often that goes through an area where lots of english students hang out. id say theyre mostly early to mid 20s. as a general rule i hate overhearing school discussions. they are so incredibly BORING, all they seem to do is complain to each other and try to outdo the other for having the more pathetic current existence, all while hoping the other is impressed.

'like, i have SO much studying to do, i dont know when im ever gonna get it done, my teacher doesnt give a shit that i have 16 other papers to write, he insists on giving me my final while i simultaneously file his nails.'

'like, ohmigod, thats so brutal. but last semseterrrr, my chem prof made us dissect a lice bug, that was like so totally gross, and he insisted on eating pizza while we did it, and i thought i was going to barf but i couldnt because i had to pull an all nighter because my math midterm was right after.'

it can make me want to tear my ears from my head.

so on the bus tonight two music students got on, and i know they were music students because they were rather loud about it. one girl was a pianist and conductor, and she was like talking about like how she prefers to practice conduction (if thats a word) to like piano.

god almighty. i thought ok, this is a piano playing university student. she must be quasi intelligent. yet she couldnt come close to expressing herself without saying like at least once a sentence. not to mention how her voice followed that really annoying rise and fall pattern that usually is seen in children. see what happens if you dont correct that sing song shit? thank goodness at the next stop a ton of people got on that drowned out her conversation or i might have lunged forward to throttle her.

except that the new closest loudest conversation was between a female and a male student. she was, of course, bitching to him about how many like chapters she read last night. i was like 'oh, here we go again with the like.' i really attributed this type of speech to high school kids. but apparently it sticks. this is the future.

this girl, she talked FAST. i started counting all her likes in the three minutes it took to get me to my stop. yes, i counted. it gave me something to do besides be a passive prisoner to her more than mildly irritating tirade. i shit you not, she said like 24 times before i had to get out of earshot, taking my tired ass out of my seat way before i had to, just to get away from her. 24 times! she didnt even say 24 sentences! not even close, actually. some of her likes almost snuck by me, thats how used we are to saying it and hearing it. but 24 in three minutes?

i had to control myself to not smile at her and say 'do you realize since youve been on the bus youve said 'like' more than twenty times, because i bet if i did it could be a real awakening for her, where maybe she didnt realize how disgusting it was to listen to her talk, how poor her speech has become. but more likely she would have been afraid. of me. well i should have because i was afraid of her too.

anyway i practically threw myself from the bus the second the doors opened, i had to get away from that voice, that empty content, the mad stream of likes. ah, the sanctity and silence of the walk home.

except i didnt even make it halfway home. you guessed it. two anglo students off at my stop, walking about 4 paces behind me. talking about credits, like, its so stupid they'll only give me like ten credits when i work my ass off like the whole summer. i wanted to run and scream.

tomorrow, i'll bring my walkman. and crank it. loud.

see, at least with french people i can be tired enough where i turn off the translator in my brain and it all just becomes background noise. i dont hear what theyre saying, i dont know what theyre saying, it can be rather soothing.

there is nothing worse than these english university students. that character sixx, from blossom....i hold her personally responsible for the demise of english speech among young anglos.
i would even argue it affects girls far more than it does guys.

the walkman. tomorrow. for sure.

also. my boobs were really sore today. hip hop should be a lesson in pain. =)

so like, i'll see you later. you know?