Cheezus Cripes!

It's not unknown that I don't like a lot of people. I'm pretty blatant with my inner rage when someone who I strangely despise is near (or happens to pop in my mind at the time). I used to not like this girl because she ALWAYS repeated everything I said. She said it "for herself" because it was funny. Which makes absolutely no sense. Why would you even think that made sense? Think about it. When you see a shooting star, it's amazing. when you see another shooting star afterwards...well, that 1st shooting star wasn't so special now was it? I'm not saying that my jokes are out of this world. I'm just implying it so that you can subconsciously think that when I'm really feeding you these beliefs. But seriously, her echo of the funny thing I said was like a diffusion of an explosion's magnitude. I am a hurricane and she is the everglades. How will I break the levies of laughter in New Orleans if she's taking the winds out of my comedic storm? So the moral of the story is... destroy nature? No. I just don't like people sometimes. I get irritated by little things and it's an unfortunate occurrence when a well meaning friend has an irritating idiosyncrasy they have blindly been accustomed to.

Well I think I've gotten better. Usually I try to refrain from sarcastic remarks, but it's so difficult when literally 50% of whatever comes out of my mouth is an exaggeration or the complete opposite of what I am really saying. Awesome. I'm a liar and a hater.

problem? solution!

seriously. this is a 'real' term. :http://24hourhiphop.com/hip+hop+Fashion/HATER+BLOCKERS/1911/

Why am I even bringing this up? Well you can guess correctly, I have recently been irritated by someone. There's a girl in my garden who really thinks she's amazing and is pretty much the most privileged white girl ever. (and there's sooooo many in the world)! Please girl. No one cares about your iPhone 4. Nor do we care about how you life in 'THE CITY" (SF not NY. Please) and no one cares that you are taking 17 units NOT COUNTING THIS INTERNSHIP. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. this 'internship' is gardening. I'm doing this as a volunteer job so please so not tell me about how difficult your first year as a plants and society major is. SERIOUSLY. and lord have mercy on your soul, you HAD to finish all your work because your boyfriend (really? her?) is coming up from the weekend. Wooohooo. And when I said that I was going to be out of town next week for a marathon and I said how I didn't like running. Please don't jump in telling us how you LOVEEEE running. You don't look like you like running to anything other than an ice cream truck. Run 15 miles and tell me how much you love running after that. Yeah, and you still have 11 more miles for a marathon. KTHXBAI. and way to treat your friends like dirt and yell at them thinking they're stupid because you can't seem to unlock your own bike. Why is this girl gardening? Aren't gardeners good people who love plants like Peter Pettigrew (edit: Neville** my bad was too caught up in the moment.) ? Harmless, awkward, adorable, and confidentless (other than that time he stood up to his friends and won Gryffindor the 10 extra points they needed in order to win! YAY!). But seriously, this girl, shouldn't speak. She's one of those people who leech on and 'slyly' directs you into the conversation about themselves. I don't care about how amazing your boyfriend is. Or how amazing costa rica was. Or how you barely studied and did better than your peers. IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER IN GRAD SCHOOL! I'm tired of hearing you talk about yourself. I rather talk about myself to someone else. thanks.