I Hate Stereotypes

I hate them. A lot. Especially when I'm forced to hang out with people who perfectly act out those stereotypes. For example, at Matt's party there were four guys who were complete morons, and I think I might have almost gotten a headache just from having to listen to them. However, this one line saved me from complete madness:

"Oh my God, you like that one guy from Accepted. He blows stuff up with his mind!"

Kristen (you know, Jesus) said that when we were playing a card game--Old Maid, I think-- and she saw the side of my face. Now I kind of want to go see that movie.