1. I hate... girls. Yes, girls. Almost all things about them. Their smell, their voice, their interests, stupid girl crap that most flont like pink things, and, mother of pearl, glitter. Their opinions, their emotions, the way they handle things. Sweet Sassy Molassy, I hate girls. But yes, there is the obvious exception of a select few that I enjoy such as Daphne Erickson, Kelsi Matthews, or Mandy Gates. They are amazing because they've discovered unfiltered humor and the use of logic. Whew! I feel better now. Any-who...
2. Freshmen; need I say more?
3. Disrespect. Eff that ess. I'm sick of it.
4. Abuse of authority. *Cough cough* Meeuwson *cough cough*. Eh hrm, yes, it's painfully unfair. Especially when they are condescending and corner you only to (I hate rape jokes) argumentatively rape you against your will and make you feel belittled and helpless. Pigs. I wonder if their pillows feel like graves...
ANYWAY!
5. Neighbors. Leave me and so I shall leave thee!
6. ...My mother. I know! I know! It sounds bad but I don't hate my mom for the normal reasons teenagers hate their mothers. I hate her for logical reasons. She has not been... the greatest... mother she could have been.
7. Weakness. Social Darwinism for all! :B
8. Weirdos who want to be worshipped. The weird people that dress funny and recite poetry to drums, yeah, they're weird, that's how I feel. I am not, however, going to ridicule them nor preach to them; if that's what floats their boat, then float on! Or... drum... on? It's when they are angered that I have not made some sort of revelation that their way is the right way, that I SHOULD be a tattered, grubby-looking starving artist, with wild illogical ideas about the universe, government, and religion. I have my own ways! You have ours! I accept it! Sheesh.
9. When gays (sorry if that offends) think that everyone should be gay. It's just as bad as a heterosexual saying that they wished everyone was straight. Like one of Christian's friends, who is a flaming homosexual, told Christian's younger sister Amberly (12) that he would love her SO much if she was a lesbian. What's wrong with the way she is now?
10. Of course, advertisement. It's brainwash. T.v.? It's self-inflicted zombieism. I feel like they (television stations, producers, and ads) are finding VEEEEERY subtle and discreet ways to control our thought processes. Ever notice how your inner monologue shuts off when you watch it? You're letting it think FOR you. And it's like what Ron's dad said, from Harry Potter, never trust anything that thinks and has a hidden brain.
Oh my goodness, I really want a tuna sandwich all of a sudden.
Anyway, having someone or something else think for you should be a red flag that maybe... this isn't good...? That's why I like to take me-time and do something where I don't talk to anyone else for about a day, that's how long it takes me, and read or write or draw. It gets you back into what I like to call, "your own language", because we are all influenced by the speaking styles of those around us but if you cut that off, you return to a more natural and comfortable state that's incredibly authentic to your personality.
Whew! That was quite the ramble, eh?
One more thing I hate, and I GOTTA say this, is gangsters. Mother effing hate them. Hatey hate hate haties, hater! I loathe them! I feel that Jon Lajoie interpreted very well WHY gangsters are such 'tard-'eads in his video Show Me Your Genitals, and the sequel, E=mc Vagina. I have a personal story about why I hate gangsters, but this blog is WAY too long as is. It's on my blogs on my myspace, though. If you're that interested, which I doubt. (By the way, the end of that sentence was an Eeyore quote from the original Winnie The Pooh.)
So, yes. I'm going to make that sandwich now.
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