Today was one of those days I really like Clarion (and no, I’m not being sarcastic). Adam didn’t get out of class until 4:30, but we have our presentation tomorrow morning so I stayed around so he, Joe and I could prep for the presentation. We decided to meet up on the top floor of the library and take over one of the conference rooms. So around 3 my head was hurting pretty bad and I decided to take a nap for a while (napping outside at the bell tower is quite relaxing) before heading up to the third floor lounge area to await the guys. It was there, on the third floor, where I encountered the Angry Angsty Poets.
I’m assuming these people were English majors. The guy was dressed like a stereotypical angsty beatnik poet: black beret askew on his head, dark roundish sunglasses (even though we were indoors), black turtleneck and pants. The girl (a bit younger) was also in black, with jewelry and makeup that screamed “I want to portray myself as a stereotypical angsty artist!” The AAPs were in the lounge area when I arrived, having a loud conversation I was trying desperately hard not to listen to. For 20 minutes as I busied myself with updating my planner and making to-do lists, I had to hear their overly loud and dramatic bashing of their overly dramatic friends, whom apparently they both hate to be around but love to have angsty poet sex with (as they loudly discussed it for 20 friggin minutes. In the designated “quiet zone” of the library. Jackasses). Then the guy starts irritatedly talking about how he’d love to write about some of these experiences in his poems and short stories, but it was pointless because “people just don’t appreciate my work” and “they just aren’t on the same intellectual plane as I am” (actual quotes here). The twit girl agreed with him and they started lamenting about no one understanding their talent and blah blah blah. I was trying soooooo damn hard not to laugh.
So since we were in a place that’s supposed to be quiet for people to study in, I had my phone set to just vibrate when I got a call so the guys could find me and I wouldn’t disturb anybody. Just before the AAPs left, Joe called to find out where I was, and I very quietly told him where to meet me. I was on the phone for maybe half a minute, tops. So as I’m packing my stuff back up, the AAPs are loudly discussing how they’ve decided to go to dinner and then try to hook up with some other AAP friends (whom they’d been talking about hating for the last 20 minutes), and as they pass me, the guy makes some comment to the girl about how rude people are answering their cell phones in the quiet zone of the library and how they (aka me) should go elsewhere to have phone conversations. As soon as they started down the stairs, I lost my reservations and just burst out laughing (most of the other people had left in disgust over the AAPs’ conversation some time before). Adam came in a few seconds after they left, so of course I had to explain why I was laughing. He couldn’t believe what assholes people can be sometimes. “That’s because you just don’t understand or appreciate them,” says I, and it was his turn to laugh a bit.
So overall I had a pretty great day, and am in a really good mood, but for whatever reason the AAPs really amused me to no end. I also got a lot of work done for various projects due this week, and got mucho compliments on my outfit today (which always makes me feel good). Lets hope tomorrow goes as well!!!
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