Gum-my Bears

On my first day in Grade 12 I sat in gum.  I wasn't even sitting in gum, it was more due to the fact that the gum was on the bottom of my chair and I wrapped my legs down underneath it.  It was frustrating.  I was in a brand new class and had no idea who any of these people were (I knew some, but we weren't on talking terms).  I had sat next to two people who I didn't know and that was how we bonded.  It's actually quite funny because for those who know me, I am a gum addict.  I'm addicted to a lot of things, what can I say? Random people would come up to me at school and scare the shit out of me and ask for a piece of gum.  Some guy tried to ask me out that way.  It didn't work.

The reason why I am telling you the story of my first day of high school is because I find it highly disturbing when I find gum underneath a desk or chair in University.  I have no idea why people feel that they need to shove their gum underneath the desk instead of simply walking two steps and throwing it out.  I mean I can understand why people in high school would do it....actually I can't because I was never one of them, but it is just quite disturbing.  And I feel that it should stay in high school. And you know what. It did.  Until this semester.  I found gum underneath my chair.  I honestly have no idea why people put gum under desks.  Like my face was seriously in the expression of WTF.  I couldn't even concentrate.  I honestly want to take a DNA test of this gum, find the person and personally punch them in the face thousands of times for every single student at the UofL.  Grow up.  You are no longer in high school and will not get in trouble walking to a fucking trash can 3 feet away in the middle of the lecture.  Holy shit people get that through your head.  If you are in University, about to start University, about to fricken APPLY to University, or even still in highschool.  Don't put your gum under a chair or desk or wherever else you were thinking.  The next person that sits there is going to think you are a total tool and will probably murder you if they find out it is you.

An a tangent from this gum blog.  I started writing this and I got the "I'm so happy that I'm a gummy bear, GUMMY BEAR!" from Robot Chicken stuck in my head.  I'm going to post a link so that all of you can enjoy this little video, because it will make my day even if I sat in gum.  Some times the best remedy to others stupidity can simply be watching a YouTube video.  (By the way, who else hates the new YouTube layout. I'm so confused with it!)

I think if I was a gummy bear I would eat my own leg in order to get out of a trap.  I would. Mind you, I think it would be a lot easier for them due to the fact they don't have bones. Smart right? I love gummy bears. And gummy worms.  Everything else sucks.  I can't eat anything chewy or else I will spit it out.  My friend made me try a berry-something and I was working at the time and I had to spit it out into her hand.  It was terrible.  I can't eat licorise either.  I can eat like half of a strand before I get nauseaus.  I know that its all due to the fact that as a child I went to a friends birthday party and I ate an entire bag of nibbs (come on I was like seven, or even younger) and then had to get my mom to come and pick me up because I was throwing up.  Gross right?  I couldn't even get through a full drive home (we lived five minutes away) before I had to get my mom to pull over to let me throw up. Oh the days of child-hood.  How I miss thee.