Dude...Wait, What?

Ok, something wierd happened to me the other day.

I answered the phone and this girl was screaming into the phone. It went like this.

Girl: "HELLOMYNAMEISSOANDSO, HOWAREYOU!"
Me: "...Um, fine, how are you?"
Girl: "I'MGOODTHANKSYOULIVEINTHEAREAOFMAJOR?"
Me: "Yes, but-"
Girl: "IWORKFORACOMPANY(can't understan this part) WOULDYOULIKETOBUYASUBSCRIPTION?"
Me: Well, we're gonna be moving soon, so we won't be here for long, so no thank you."
Girl: "THANKYOUFORYOURTIME-(beeping, she hung up)"

I stood there for about 30 seconds, staring at the phone, when I remembered I had someone else on the line. Then, after I hung up, I sat there and I said
"What the heck just happened here?"

Spring

Spring has sprung. Ah, spring, the time of year when young men's thoughts turn to whatever.
How does that even go?
Why do I care?

So, I'm sick of my new hair "style" already. It's not interesting or cool. Can't even style it, so technically, it's not a "style", right? I mean, to call it a style implies that it is stylish or stylable. Mine is neither. Well, I had it looking pretty darn rad last week, so it is stylable, I guess, but it needs a buttload of product and it feels grubby afterwards.

I'm so sick of people being jerks. Aren't you? People shouldn't hate other people because of where they're from, what they do, how they live, how they think, or what they think is right.
Sick and tired of it. Jeez.

On a lighter note, this is probably the funniest thing I've seen today.

Hey everybody, check out my fave band: Drowning Ophelia!

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