Smack That!

So I'm in the computer lab today; it's around 9:00 a.m. and I'm upstairs in Lang Hall. On my way in, I noticed a girl on a nearby bench in sweatpants, with some baby-blue studded broette headband attatched to her scalp. She was bitching on the phone. I gave her a second glance, I admit; but only because the headband was hideous. Then I went along my merry way, in a good mood because I had listened to The White Stripes all morning.

So, I get inside and Im printing off my homework. All the sudden I hear, "smack that, all on the floor, smack that give me some more." It sounds like it is coming from really terrible headphones, and I pictured some bro that must have been sitting directly outside of the computer lab. I leave, paper in hand, and realize, it's actually the studded head band broette, reading a school book and blaring rap music so loudly that the entire hallway can hear it.

Really, how do you study listening to Akon?!!

Well thanks, sista. That has been stuck in my head

ALL DAY.