Frustration. . .

I'm sitting in my Art History Class and about fifteen minutes ago two girls walked in and sat next to me. They are shallow and pompous, thinking that the world only revolves around them, making broad generalizations and being all in all rude. So they start talking about the boys who are "soooo in love with them" (they actually said this). Then everything that their boyfriends had in common they attributed to being Irish. I would not normally take offense, but they are so gregarious and off base that if I've ever wanted to slap someone they would be the first. I hate So-cal!