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Pet Peeves January 10, 2009

Starting off, the phrase ‘pet peeves’ bothers me.  It is one of the most annoying in the English language.  When I the words ‘pet peeve’, I almost want to slap the person whose mouth it came out of.
That isn’t the only phrase that ticks me off.  What I hate are people in class who give an answer and upon discovering it is wrong, say “I was just kidding’.  It is quite obvious that they were not kidding and really did think is was the right answer.  Same with people who follow the answer with ‘Oh, I lied’.
There are so many things in this world that I cannot stand.  Here are some of them;

I hate how during lock down everyone seems to talk but me.  Even the quiet girl who rarely talks has something to say in a lock down drill.
When people physically switch the desks around so they can rest their feet in a basket.  Perhaps what I hate more is the gum underneath the desk I feel as I am putting it back.
People who throw a piece of paper in the trash when the recycling bin is right next to it.  It doesn’t take that much energy to walk an extra step.
I hate having to cheat off my friend on a test and still failing.
Wet ink rubbing off on my pinkie as I write.  Not to mention the smudges a pencil leaves behind.
I hate being called a teenager, young, a student, even though deep down I know I am.
Seeing people not wash their hangs after they go to the bathroom.  I understand there is barely any time between classes.  I also understand, and have experienced, the chance of being late by the small amount of time it takes to wash your hands.  Even when people do wash there hands, it seems the paper towel dispenser is either empty or broken.  You end up walking out of there shaking your hands furiously.
People improperly using the word ironic.  Ironic means ironic. It does not mean unfortunate, coincidental, or any of the other adjectives that you confuse it with.
When you find a really cute piece of clothing on the rack and they have like twenty in size XS, two in size 3X, and not a single one in your size.
When someone leaves their phone number at the end of a long message and they say it so fast you can’t understand it and have to listen multiple times to figure it out.
When someone is writing on a chalkboard and then they erase it to write something new, but they don’t erase all of it, so you still see half of a letter here and there.
When you’re with a group of people and you think nobody saw that you just tripped, and you think you’re in the clear. But the one person who did see it points it out to everybody else.
I hate people that are…
Hypocritical, Two-Faced, Stubborn, Conceited, Shallow, Self-Centered, Obnoxious, Rude, Self-Absorbed, Ignorant, Closed Minded, Wanna-Be’s, Indecisive, Insensitive, Back-Stabbers, Overly Optimistic, Naive, Overly Sensitive, Egotistical, Posers or Users.
To sum it all up, I hate people that are breathing.

 

Losing My Religion December 25, 2008

“It is not X-mas.  It is Christmas!  CHRISTmas!  Geez!” my friend Amelia shouts at the AP Biology board.  I shake my head at her.
“There are other religions besides your Amelia.”  I know this because a good deal of my friends are Islamic.  Either that or Atheist, Catholic, Mormon… basically I have friends with a wide range of spiritual views.
“Yes, but people from other religions should be able to respect the fact that it is the celebration of the savior.  Don’t call it something it isn’t.  For goodness sakes, it is a Christmas  tree, not a holiday tree.  Merry Christmas!  Not happy holidays! Those without religion celebrate Christmas.”
“That isn’t completly true.  I celebrate Christmas…”
“And you have no religion, proving my point!”
“BUT, I would celebrate Hanukkah if I had a menorah.  Same with Kwanzaa, or whatever kooky holiday they have these days.”
It is not like I do not like religion.  I am all for people coming together, having faith and keeping alive.  The last part is the complicated one.  Other than oil, religion seems to be the main motivator of war.  Besides the crusades, Jihads, fanatical sect violence, the inquisition, and faith-driven terrorist attacks, religion causes most of the day to day prejudice in the world.
I would like to believe that there is some higher power who awards believers and those who do well.  That doesn’t seem to be the case.
Everyday I hear about some near saint being shot or a bunch of innocent men, women and children being wiped out by genocide and natural disasters.  I could not imagine that an almighty could smite their own creation like that.

 

(Psycho)analysis December 21, 2008

How can you tell if you are crazy? You said that you know that you are crazy when I asked you. And if we are so much alike doesn’t that make me crazy too? I would assume that it does. Are you sure you are crazy, or were you just joking around?

If I’m crazy and you’re crazy..

I’m not the only one.

If you’re only crazy…

I will be soon.

If I’m only crazy…

What does that make you?You’re certainly not sane. Is there some sort of midway point that we both stand on? If we are normal, then normal is a pretty broad label. Or everyone is crazy.

If everyone was crazy, we are still crazier then most.

I think before I was just pretending to be crazy and now it has manifested into reality, but how can it do that, who is to blame? Can’t blame myself, the blame certainly does not fall on me because I couldn’t handle that, it must be the media, my environment, some chemical imbalance in my brain that I have absolutely no control over, so it can’t be my fault can it?

But of course! It’s all my fault! It’s always my fault, I am always to blame. That’s why we were late to Debate and why we lost the second game in Quiz Bowl and why you are always in a bad mood lately and you pray, you pray to no god because you have no proof that He is there. God is a disease. He infects the weak in every generation. I can’t be that weak if I’m agnostic, right?

Can’t have an emotional breakdown if you haven’t built your emotions back up yet. Can’t have an emotional breakdown if you have no emotions. Do I have emotions? Or do I just have thoughts? Thoughts that ramble, rambleramblerambleramble and have no point at all except to ask…

Am I crazy?