The ever anticipated 'Tales of Carly'

Alright, so here I am, giving y'all crap because you can't get your act together and actually compose something of medial intelligence providing some escape from reality when I've totally shunned my responsibility to you, the eager readers who anxiously await my gems of wisdom. Well here it is, another exciting adventure into te world of blogging, today's topic: "How the Crap did they get into University?"
My tales begin in the hallways, parking lots, and bus stops, I shall now examine them in this order. Oh, and before I begin, I know the stupidity of students has been pointed out countless times, but it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to... cry if I want to... you would cry too if stupid people bothered you... Now back to the pointish thing I'm trying to establish. Wow, this keyboard is crap, now really on with the show. Walk in the hallway. Don't stop in the middle when you recognize you boyfriend's sister's neighbour that you really want to catch up with. If your cell phone starts ringing, feel free to answer it, but why do you need to stop to talk? I mean you're paying six odd grand to come every year, the least you should be able to do is posses the co-ordination to walk and talk. People have been doing it for years. Next, if you don't have a stop sign and the other direction does, you don't have to stop. If someone has begun backing up, maybe you should consider waiting until they are finished before you decide to 'give er pig' and reverse into them. When exiting a bus, don't walk directly into traffic. Sometimes cars go down these things called 'roads' and while you may believe in yor oblivious state that you are in fact invincible and that a one-ton truck can stop on a dime, much less a bus so that your sorry self can skip down the middle of the bus lane consumed with thoughts of that dreamy guy in your minerology class. You will splatter just as well as anything else that bus hits.
Next I come to cell phones. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND PURE SHUT IT OFF!!! I can't stress this enough. Believe it or not, not everyone in the class wants to be torn away from their $25.00 class because of you cell phone's crappy two-bit rendition of 'In da club'. If you are dumb enough to not turn off the ringer, please do not answer the phone. Oh, what's that? Sally found the cutest pair of shoes? Oh good because I need a new pair to wedge into one of your orifices.
I can understand someone coming late to class, say five minutes, because of bus trouble or having another class far away, but coming into class five minutes before it is over just to chat with someone you kinda know and need to catch up with should evoke a shooting pillar of flame to rise from the seat your miserable hiney is occupying consuming you entirely and ridding the world of your uselessness.
Wow, that was a long sentence. Now before I miss the bus I'm going to leave. I hope you are all having fun getting back into the groove of things, and I promise that my next blog will have some actual substance.
Oh and I got a new poof machine for Christmas so... *POOF*