I was merrily minding my own business on the ever-late 404 bus, but it was increasingly difficult as three young-ladies of some uniformed-school began to shout loudly at the back of the bus. These un-studious students were bitching about (as far as I learned) a friend. This friend, named Britney(or for the purpose of this anecdote), had really dirty hair. According to these three girls, she had hair that looked like it had mud all the time. Originally it was blond, but after a botched experiment with red-hair dye, it came out as a hideous muddy colour. Then they began to say that Britney was a self-proclaimed know-it-all. The uglier one of the three proclaimed that when they received their test marks, Britney had the audacity to ask about her mark. When Britney learned that the hideous girl only got a hideously low mark - 65% - she... she... she actually suggested that the ugly one should study! What the fuck? How dare she? Just because Britney scored a 95% doesn't give her that right.
Later, they started to talk about girly things, such as how Britney and this guy (let us say Dave) had been going out. Dave is apparently out of Britney's league, and they shouldn't be going out altogether. If I see Britney, I'd punch her face too.
I think my brain was damaged from all of this shit.
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