A Few Random Rants

This may seem a little out of place given the subjects of my previous posts, but these are some things I've thought quite a bit about recently and think they need to be said.

• Skinny Jeans--I hate skinny jeans. They aren't just unflattering (on everybody), they're absolutely disgusting. It's like girls spray paint their legs in blue denim (or purple or pink, the other two most popular colors) and walk outside. The worst part of this is that you can't tell people that they don't look good in skinny jeans because it will prompt the response, "You think my body's ugly?" like I'm telling Rosanne Barr to please not wear a halter top and low riders. It's totally different, your body is not ugly, I just don't want to see every nook and curve when I see people on the street. Seriously, it's like living in a nudist colony where people spray paint their body below their abdomens and wear really baggy shirts (who comes up with these trends, anyways?). And boys--No, I'm sick of not knowing your gender until I hear you talk, and even that's not a dead giveaway. This annoys me to no end. I've never anxiously awaited the next new fad as much as I do now.
• Frosted Shredded Wheat--for the record, I buy the Malt-O-Meal brand bag of Frosted Mini Scooters. I really like these things-possibly my favorite cereal. They're whole grain, they're fortified with vitamins, and one side of each mini is frosted so I feel at least half adult-half kid eating them. As you may have noticed, many products have gotten smaller over the years: McDonalds hamburgers the amount of frosting in an Oreo, and Beto's Burritto. Other products have gotten bigger: movie popcorn, pop cans, and a small order of french fries. The latter happened to frosted mini wheats. In the bag I just bought, they're all frosted like crazy! Before it was just a spattering of sugar, you know, where you can still see the wheat, but now it's fully loaded. This had terribly disrupted the half adult-half kid balance. I feel like I'm six again, drooling over a bowl of Lucky Charms or Cookie Crisp (which my mom would never buy me, and I've still never had. I think I like her cookies better anyways). It pains me to say that I may be in search of a new cereal...but there's no harm in trying one more bag.
• The three conditions of bike riders riding when they aren's supposed to--under these three conditions I feel like totally broad-siding the rider. Hope you're wearing a helmet.
  

1. On campus during the ten minutes before the hour: I admit, this rule is not as known as it should be. I have seen people get ticketed, but I want to see more. People should know that if I ever, EVER, get hit by a cyclist on campus, I will take you out, then take off your front tire (as long as you have quick release locks) and throw it on the roof of the nearest building on campus (unless it's the SWKT, in which case I will roll it down the RB hill).
2. On the sidewalk: Taxpayers have paid for bike lanes or wide streets everywhere in this city. I know the hustle and bustle of traffic is tough, but if you'd like to use the sideWALK I suggest you WALK, not ride.
3. In the dark without a light: You know the worst part about this one? It's when people say excuse me to pass you on their bike on the sidewalk at night when there's a bike lane marked and you don't know they're even there because they don't have a light. And please make sure you have reflectors; I really don't want to run you over.

• Cell Phones going off in class--So yesterday this cell phone went off in my class and I thought it was right next to me, but no, it was all the way across the classroom, it was just so loud Gene Simmons would even ask him to turn it down a bit. I look across and it's the really annoying kid in the class who thinks he's the professor's favorite and going to Med school, yada yada yada. Well, not only does he take forever (because he's HUGE) to realize it's his phone and get up, but as he's walking to the back of the class, he ANSWERS HIS PHONE AND STARTS TALKING. I was so mad. If I was the girl who was making her presentation I would be so offended. Heck, I was offended and I wasn't even listening to the presentation. Then he comes back in the class and starts explaining to the professor what the phone call was about, which brings me to my next point-
• Useless comments in class--I absolutely hate this class because really annoying guy and a slew of others think that stories about exceptionalist chronic diseases in their families are important enough for the rest of the class to suffer through. If the doctor didn't have an answer, our professor likely won't either. So much time is wasted in this class, I feel like I'm in a Three Stooges cartoon with 37 stooges.
• Overtime in school--I love overtime in sports. Unlike most people I really don't mind overtime in sacrament meeting (shorter sharing time and singing time in primary). But school is no place for overtime. If you are giving a presentation, keep it to the time allotted for it. In the class with really annoying guy, we generally have four presentations a day (because the professor insists that someone else do her job). We are each allotted 5 minutes for our presentation. Each class how long do we spend on presentations? Close to an hour and a half. Needless to say, we are two class periods behind in material and only have three left.

That's all I'm going to write now because I have to go to a nutrition class where people make comments like unto those of RAG. Luckily I have a book to read.