Real Mature...

I was sitting in the second floor lobby of the Bellamy building, waiting for my boyfriend to finish class so that we could go to dinner. There were a few students reading or checking their e-mail on benches in the corners, but for the most part it was quiet until these two loud mouthed boys barreled up the stairs. There were two of them. One sounded tall and burly, possibly an athlete, and the other just a bit smaller and quieter... His sidekick? Through their fits of laughter and outbursts of "Dude! No way!" I could just make out what they were saying.

"Dude, and like she wants us to talk about why alcohol is bad," explained the athlete, continuing the conversation that must have begun downstairs.

"Dude, that sucks," agreed his companion.

"And like, we have to give like a five minute speech on it. Five minutes!" The larger boy sounded exasperated.

"Dude, that really sucks,"

"I know! Come on! I mean, like, who cares? I'm just going to B.S. my way through it, like the whole thing," bragged the ape-like athlete, sounding rather proud of his plan.

His companion seemed just slightly taken aback. "Dude, that--really?"

"Yeah, man" the athlete confirmed with a stupid grin. "I'm just gonna, like, say a whole bunch of bull about how, like, you shouldn't drink and drive." His grin broadened as they reached a door and he began to push it open before continuing. "Then I'm just gonna go get smashed at Robby's party this weekend!"

"Dude!"

"Dude!"

And the two high-fived each other and exited in laughter.

...And I felt like throwing up.