After dinner i guzzled 20 oz of black coffee. Got the old ticker up to 120 bpm, perfect for studying. Until a dipshit, who we will call "dipshit" for our purposes decided he would have a full volume conversation with his table mates 3 tables away. Not the smartest thing to do with a room of overworked, uptight law students. He continued to talk as he walked past me and i said, "you could try whispering dipshit". Apparently he had an even shorter fuse than me. He then swung his fists at me. I yelled, "battery, assault, apprehension of contact" in an effort for the steriod enhanced androgenous mustached librarian to notice the melee and save me.
Ok that part was a lie. Dipshit got mad and told me that i was in fact disrespectful. So i dropped my torts book on his toe. And by toe I mean his head. And by head, i mean that i reiterated to him that i though he was a dipshit and that he needed to learn how to whisper. That went on until another law student who we will call "girl that loves to yap" decided to tell us that we were both being disrespectful. The hypocrisy dripped off of her every word. So much for the altruism of my acts. She certainly didnt care. And bye the way "girl that yaps", good issue spotting. Way to point out that i was being disrespectful. Do you also tell your mother that she is looks old?
More to come. This dipshit and i are in the library alot. Maybe he will apologize tomorrow. Maybe i drink too much coffee...
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All the widdle 1Ls are freaking out because of finals and being dicks to each other in the library.
How cliche can you get?
Serve you right for hanging out in a law library. Free advice: If you have any sense, you'll start scoping coffee shops and quiet bars for study space.
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