Studystudystudystudystudytime

My hardcore studying was interrupted when a group of girls + 1 guy plopped on my table. The boy went to the little boy's room (as they would call it) then the girls squealed and streaked and passed notes back and forth with giggles. The girl right next to me moved my backpack aside, smiled, then giggled. For the next couple hours they continued squealing and giggling and squealing and giggling with no words coming out of their mouths. I can't understand how any girl can giggle so much. And giggle at what? How is it humanly possible to squeal with every movement of any living thing?

They'd only stop giggling and put their heads down "studying" when I lift my head up to give my evil glare. I'm sure my glares invoked death into their bright, sunny hearts. Sure I could easily pick up and leave to another table, but I refuse to give up my territory. Nobody, not even annoying squealing girls with fluorescent shirts, 3 inch tall Sketchers, and pens that jingle, can make me give up MY table.

Somehow, I feel like the Christmas grinch has taken over my body. Too much happiness in ppl make me want to stab their eyes out. Or at least rip that jingling charm off their pens. Imagine writing an essay and all you hear is ching ching ching ching! Damn all that cheeriness! Girls like that need poo thrown at them.