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Saturday, February 11, 2006

Glare of Death

In my political studies class a girl there told me that she saw me at Lydias a couple weeks ago and wanted to talk to me, but I’m soo utterly unapproachable that she couldn’t do it.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been told I look unfriendly.

So I started to actually think and question the possible causes for this.

Corrine too is told that she gives people angry glares.

Interesting…

So I started to do some deductive reasoning, and reason out why we both are told that we're unapporachable: we both have hair, eyes, feet, toes, and we both go to university. I spent hours struggling with this information trying to draw some sort of conclusion as to why we are both unapproachable. It finally hit me this morning after i woke up, we both had different sized feet!

- actually I realized we are both arts and science students who go through the arts tunnel to get to class. And it all made sense from there:

the arts tunnel for those that don’t know, is the place where merchants and student societies set up booths and literally impose flyers, suckers and other useless shit on everyone who walks by them.

It’s so utterly pathetic because everyone who gives in and accepts the flyer that was forced into their chest inevitably ends up throwing the flyer into the garbage 2 feet later without even looking at it.

It’s a waste of paper and a waste of time.

And it is EVERY DAY!

So as a result I’ve mastered the art of giving these flyer pushing sons of bitches the Glare of Death, so as to ensure that I never have to deal with another glossed flyer advertising “Coco Loco” or “Saving the Rainforests!”




The unanticipated effect of performing the glare of death every day for 24 months is that it is hard to stop glaring at people like you want to murder their family and maybe their dog, and so it carries on into my social life and into my classes and etc.

People should understand that when you’re finishing your third year of university you’ll be totally unapproachable as well. So don’t blame me, blame the arts tunnel.

The Arts Tunnel increases the difficulty of making friends in university by 600%.

6 Comments:

  • yea i don't do the 'glare of death' but i do do a dead-pan "don't even bother giving it to me, i'm a miserable son-of-a-bitch" look

    By Blogger joe, at 11:12 AM  

  • Once again this is more of a university kid thing, but if there was a chick in a bikini (as she appears to be in the picture)handing out anything I think she would get my attention.
    As for approachability I don't know if I'm all that approachable either. Not because I glare people down everyday (which I did at Zellers) more because I don't even look important enough to make people waste thier time. Except fat chicks find me fascinating.

    By Blogger Clifford, at 2:32 PM  

  • and soccer moms as it turns out

    By Blogger Doc, at 11:23 PM  

  • If theres one thing that i hate is those ppl in the arts tunnel. being on the opposite side of campus i dont usually go over there but when i do man do those ppl piss me off. And its always crowded in that skinny part of the tunnel where these bitches love to set up camp. Making everyone elses life suck cuz not there is no room for the masses of ppl to get through.

    LDUB

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:24 AM  

  • as amausing as that would be, i can imagine you trying to hand them a piece of paper, but the person already has a stack of their own flyers in both hands and it would turn out to be a much more long, drawn out, and awkard affair than the orginal idea intended.

    By Blogger Doc, at 2:11 PM  

  • which would actually be funny:
    *gets handed flyer*
    "here, actually i've got one for you too"
    *both shuffle awkwardly*
    "no no, just, grab it with that hand ... oh shit i dropped a few. Hold on. .. here. No, just ... here put yours down and look at this one ... ok ... yea ... i know its stupid. ok, look i'm late for class i gotta go"

    By Blogger joe, at 2:16 PM  

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