There's an idiot driving his motorcycle all around the parking lot.
I think I'm going to kill him. I hope somebody has bail money.
I am this close to going outside and yelling at him. Fuuuuuuck off. What's the purpose of going back and forth? I hate him. I need eggs and a slingshot. And FIRE.
Update: I called security. It's actually students practicing for an event. They have to stop any minute now, I was told.
ETA: I guess I was so upset I forgot how to spell, oh man.