Some of my favorite people

• The guy who works at Baby Doe's in the UMC who stands at the counter between the two cashiers and always asks in an entirely too ingenuinely chipper tone of voice, "can I get you anything else? No? Ok, we'll run you up right over here then." He asks people that are 2 or even 3 people away from the cashier still, and it always annoys me that he tells me where I will be rung up because I am perfectly capable of figuring that out for myself. I would prefer if he would only ask whoever is right at the counter, in a more somber tone, and then not tell people where they are going to be rung up.
• The girl in my American Foreign Policy class who wears too-short shorts and likes to preface her comments with, "I have my homepage set to BBC World News, so I read the news every morning before I even do anything else" to make herself seem better and more informed than any of the other 40 people in the class who probably also read BBC on a regular basis. Then, as a nervous tick, whenever she finishes making her comment and while the teacher is responding to it, she takes a big sip of her big coffee that she always has with her. Oh, and she wears Uggs.
• The girl in my American Foreign Policy class who obviously has a big crush on this other guy in our class and always tries to talk to him and sit by him, but it's almost just as obvious that he doesn't like her back. Her voice is a little too high and ditzy sounding, and her comments are too.
• The guy in my American Foreign Policy class who knows WAY TOO much stuff about international affairs and political science and such and is always contributing all of his entirely too well-developed ideas to the class discussion and I'm always thinking, "dude, save it for grad school. we don't want your smartiness here."
  
• The middle-/high-school kid that rides the DASH bus some mornings who really needs to comb/cut his ugly red hair, and sit up straighter.
• The guy in my Introduction to Linguistics class who sits up front and blurts out commentary to the teacher because he thinks he's funny and clever. When he's not interacting with the teacher too much, he's wearing dirty socks with his Teva wannabes and is eating his hair, and trying to discreetly pick his nose.
• The guy in my Introduction to Linguistics class who sits even further up front and also blurts out commentary to the teacher, but at least he doesn't eat his own hair or wear dirty socks with his Teva wannabes. That's probably because he's a military guy and he keeps his hair cut very short.
  
• The old guy that sits in the UMC reading (or looking at) every newspaper available there, and then piling them up on the table he's at. When he's not pretending to read a newspaper, he's having conversations with pretty young ladies in the UMC. These conversations are awkward and uncomfortable just to watch from a distance, I can't imagine what they are like to listen to or even be part of.
• The old guy that sits in the UMC and... well I don't know what he does there, but I don't like the sweat suits he wears and his scraggly red pony tail.
• The old guy that sits in the UMC and always looks just really disheveled. He actually spends most of his time in the UMC in the computer lab. One time he stood up and asked everyone in the lab, "Does anyone else seem to have lost connectivity? Excuse me! Does anyone have connectivity?!" It probably doesn't sound very annoying just reading about it here, but it was annoying, trust me. Another time, he tried crossing the street not at the crosswalk and not when the light was red. He almost got hit by one car and then another driver yelled at him for being an idiot. As I stood there witnessing the event, I just thought to myself, "There goes that disheveled old guy that always sits in the UMC... Heh heh heh, serves him right."
• The girl in my Problems in International Relations class who can't seem to say more than 5 words without adding a "like." Every time she talks I wish I could record it and go back later and do a linguistic analysis of it measuring how often she actually says "like" and how much shorter her utterances would be if she took all those "likes" out and just said what she wanted to say.
• The guy in my Problems in International Relations class who has such a creaky voice that I have a hard time understanding him. Every time he talks I wish I could record it and go back later and do a linguistic analysis of it and figure out why he sounds like that.
• The guy whose office is accross the hall from my American Foreign Policy class who brings his Corgie dog to his office. He leaves the door open with a child gate in the door. The dog growls at anyone that comes within like 10 feet of the door, and then the guy comes out and tells everyone how his dog is, "just the nicest dog!" He then proceeds to tell everyone in the vicinity, whether they want to hear about it or not, about the history of Corgies and how they are such wonderful dogs and how they are guard dogs but they are very loyal and yadda yadda yadda, and I'm just thinking, "dude, I don't give a crap about your stupid looking dog but maybe you could leave him at home or close your door because I don't even like to look at him, much less hear you brag about him."
• The stalky/butch security guard lady in the UMC. I'm pretty sure her only real job is to walk around with her butch hair cut drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes and holding her arms out a little bit so she looks real tough and thinking she's cool because she has a walkie-talkie and a jacket that says "SECURITY" on the back. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't feel any more secure thanks to her presence.

Well, that's all for now. Sure, I'm overly critical of some people, and sure, there are probably people who would put me on their "favorite people list" too if they had one. I'm not denying that.