So I went to Quebec for a few days.
And when I came back on here I had 31 devs and 28 messages.
I probably won't comment them all, because I'm lazy and don't have a lot of time.
I apologize.

But the trip was amazing. Absolutely amazing.
EXCEPT.
For this bitch that roomed with me and my friends. Let's call her Erika.

So Erika was complaining the entire time. About almost everything.
"This hotel is shit." "The sheets smell weird." "This food is disgusting." "Canada sucks. Why can't people speak English. Don't they know that tourists don't speak French." (Note: Erika has no real sense of understanding for anything. Nor is she especially good at French.)

And, once we were in the hotel for the night, she would knock on the walls, past the hotel curfew, just to see if the people in the other rooms would knock back. As we're all yelling at her to stop since we were trying to sleep and we didn't want to get kicked out, she tried calling the maid service because she hated the sheets.

Since it's after curfew, the maids obviously wouldn't change the sheets (if we wanted sheets changed, they would say, we should have done it earlier), we continued yelling at her. Et cetera, so on, and so forth.

On the way back (we took a luxury bus), she couldn't stop ridiculing the movies, especially Wall-E (which I don't understand why she would criticize that movie to begin with, but whatever.)

And then she randomly starting raving on about the Jonas Brothers.
My friend, who was sitting behind us, said, "Wait. You hate Wall-E, but you like the Jonas Brothers. What kind of monster are you?!"

Erika got all flustered and yelled out, "WELL THE BEATLES SUCK. THEY NEVER HAD ONE GOOD SONG." Even though we weren't even remotely talking about the Beatles.

So I was all, "Wow, you must be a huge war supporter. SUPPORTER OF MURDER, YOU SUPPORTER OF MURDER." (Note: I am anti-war.) "All the Beatles sang about was peace, love, and happiness. If you're against the Beatles, then you're against all those things, which means you support war, hatred, and misery. Have fun." This was an arguing tactic to get her to rethink her stance.

She took is seriously and started rambling on about how we should be in Iraq. (She's an extremely right-winged Republican.) But by then I was done with all her fucking bitching and blasted my iPod. Because BYOP is a LOT better than listening to Erika rant about her half-reasoned opinions.

And can you guess what song it was?
Bitches Leave by Be Your Own Pet.
Because I'm done dealing with that shit.