Seriously?

First of all, I want to receive some credit for two blog updates within a week. I'm trying people, I really am.

Second, this afternoon I was sitting my anatomy conference, which is basically a huge lecture for dental students and the program I am in. I'm sitting in the last row, which is where all the cool kids sit. This morning, I took the exam to become a census taker, which started at 9:30 AM. It was only supposed to take an hour and a half, but due to the extremely slow talking of the census test administrator, it took almost two hours, so I didn't get to eat lunch before I had to get the train for my class at 1. So while in lecture, I start to eat some of the snacks that I had brought with me, because I'm starving. It was the excellent "Nuts about Dark Chocolate and Raspberries" trail mix from Trader Joe's and a classic: cheddar Goldfish. I was very much enjoying myself. After about ten minutes, the kid sitting next to me goes "Do have any louder foods to eat?" He certainly wasn't joking, and he had an uber-serious "You're talking while teacher is talking" look on his face. At this point, without really thinking or censoring what I said, I went "Do you have a bigger stick to put up your butt?" This probably wasn't the best response, because we had to sit next to each other for the rest of the lecture, but it was pretty much automatic. I could fucking hear the professor while I was eating, so I'm sure that this kid could too, unless he's deaf, which I don't think he was because he spoke to me without using sign language. Not to mention that the professor is fucking reading off the slide, which is being relayed on a projector screen the size of a two story wall. Like seriously, who does that? I'm minding my own damn business, eating some great snacks and you have to fucking be the lecture police and tell me I'm disturbing your lecture experience. If you have such a problem hearing the professor, why did you choose to sit in the back row? Plus, he was being annoyingly academic, nodding with the professor, stroking his chin to think of responses to rhetorical lecture questions, just basically being a brown-nosing, douchebag of a dental student. Not to mention the fact that he was shorter and possibly skinnier than I was, so I probably could have kicked his ass if I wanted. And he probably has a small penis.

The real question is what kind of loud and crunchy snack should I bring to class tomorrow...