Mother Nature, or whatever

to all those who dont know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Angela... I'm normal 15% of the time and an idiot the other 75%.

I feel better now having said that.

Do you ever wonder what people are up to at random times during the day? I always wonder to myself, "What's Lindsay Lohan (or some other Hollywood twit) doing while i'm waking up at the crack of dawn to drive to work where I dont make $100,000 for endorsing orange tan spray"?

I learned my friend was in the ICU this weekend and nearly died. Wow. What was i doing at that moment? Probably swimming, star-gazing around a campfire, or shopping. I have no point. Just a thought. It's just so wierd to me.

What's George Bush's day like? Does the guy ever sleep? He's busier than I am an he still finds time to excercise and I can't find an hour to get my butt to the gym. I wonder if he has a favorite flavor of Blue Bell ice cream. Do you think he has HEB Hill-Country-Fair products at his ranch? I think it would be really fun to chill with George for a day or two. He has a truck!

My dad was watching TV's funniest bloopers tonight. I like to hear my dad laugh...especially when i'm in another room and i can hear him laugh so hard he starts to cough. He has a contageous laugh. I'm happy he's 54.

There's this guy who sits behind me in my statistics class. He's fat, hairy, and talks a lot. Did i mention irritating? Stats is not easy for me..i have to hang on every word my professor says. While trying to listen...the fat, hairy man will say, "Now what did he just say? Did you hear what he just said? I didnt hear how to solve the problem". I'll ignore him but he keeps on til i answer him. Even if i know the answer, I just say, "I dont know" and turn back around. Still, wouldnt you know in the two seconds it took me to say that, I am somehow completely lost and on my way to failing stats. My jaw starts to stick out I want to shove the hairy man over, full well knowing that if I did, he wouldnt be able to get up for 30 min...which is all the time I need to learn what my professor needs to teach me. If the fat, hairy guy was deaf, I would have pitty on him. But he's not. The reason he cant hear anything is because he typing emails and checking out Ebay. He seems to be a fairly good typist...I know that because he types fast and loud the entire f-ing class. Even today, during our final...yes, while everyone else was scrawling out equations, the fat, hairy beast was f-ing typing an f-ing email! The only thing that saved that fat, hairy, f-ing beast was the fact that I had studied and knew what I was doing. Because believe me, if I had been needing the extra concentration, that fat, hairy, beast of a man would have been toast. Which brings me to another thought...perhaps I should save such anger for people like this fat, hiary beast in stead of bestowing it upon my friends who I tend to throw hissy-fits and highlighters at. Yes, good idea. I will be mean to those fat, hairy beasts who deserve it , and not mean to those who dont.

For those who want to see that fat, hairy f-ing beast, I unfortunately have a class with him this fall. I will sneek a picture of him and post it for all to see. I'm also sure there will be more...many more...fat, hairy man stories to tell once that class starts.