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"JUNGLE LOVE IS DRIVING MAD!
OHOHOH!
JUNGLE LOVE, ITS MAKING ME CRAZY!!!"
It never hit until too late how bad of an idea it was to yell that out in class, but by then, the art teacher had a firm hold of the students shoulder and was dragging them from the room witha rather forceful...well...shove is the best way to put it.
Later, I saw him dancing in the cafe, then asleep on the chairs, then getting yelled at by security. A few days later, he highjacked the security golf-cart pimp mobile, and rammed it into a wall in his faulty attempt to make off with it.
I have decided that I thoroughly respect this man and his lack of regard for todays modern "higher education."
Now, sitting in the lines to speak with a counciler, I can understand what drove this man to his peak of insanity, leading him to the final point of bashing the personification of all of his anger and hate into a wall, and laughing as it scratched the big beast of a building. But instead, I wish I had a hummer, and rammed it somewhere more important. Like into the admissions and councilors section. Over them. And over the desks. And the computers. And the faulty bills...and then I'd drive off into the sunset laughing insanely and waiting for men in white to take me off.
Hey...free drugs and food. Not too shabby.
But in this line, I have discovered something. A deep truth. A universal realization that shocked the living god out of me, and gave me a new insight into my own psyche. A way to stay sane, as the councilers voice drones on "Next" "Next" "Next", sitting for less than five minutes and refusing to really help you. A saving grace. A little peice of perfection.
The Slinky.
Apparently, a little kid had left the annoying thing behind, rainbow colored (much to my joy) and plastic. So I took it, and began to fondle it, watching the colors blurr till it became, for that beautiful split second, one line of streaming rainbow magic. Then I began to roll it off of things like in the commercial. At any given moment, I would place it onto someone head, even if I didn't know them, and watch it slink tothe ground. OH the joys! The pleasures!
"Next!" That was my turn! I grabbed up this new found treasure jealously, hording it in my trench coat as I walked to the counciler.
"What do you need?" she demanded, never lifting her eyes.
"I need to change my major," I replied. She looked to me over those thick granny glasses.
"Student number or Social Security Idea?" she demanded. I told her. After a moment, she began to take down the necessary data. "To what?"
"Majoring in English, but I want to get a vocational AA's in computer web design."
Dance slinky dance! It was swirling, lovely little thing, amusing me to no end, making her monotonous voice actually slightly interesting.
"That might take a bit, and we need to discuss your classes. You have to come back on Monday."
"But I register today."
"Come back on Monday."
"My classes won't be available in eight days!" I snapped. She glared at me with that death look that only elderly, crotchety old women can give, the kind where you know they're going to hurl their oxygen tank at your head and laugh as your brains gush all over the floor. I grumbled, standing up and stalking off.
But oh...I would have my revenge. Taking the slinky, I began to imagine crushing her head in it. Yes...yes...the slinky so demanded it. I would have my revenge!!!!
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