shoo fly, don't bother me.

So I have come to terms with the fact that I will never find someone that I can marry because I am the pickiest person on the planet. I get it from my mom though. We both equally hate all the same things, weird, but true. Let me forewarn you that this blog post is nothing happy. In fact, it’s a post of all the things I hate and/or that get on my nerves. I just must share these with the world. I sit around nit picking everything people do that bother me all the time and I have to get it off my chest.

-people who insist on talking at crazy high volumes in the hallways of dorms at late hours. STOP IT.

-people who have bad table manners. Honestly if you didn’t go to cotillion, didn’t your parents teach you?

-smacking, slurping, crunching, etc.

-in class when someone’s cell phone vibrates against the table so loud. The point of vibrate is not to disturb, but it does.

-when girls (rarely guys) are talking crap about you and it’s so obvious. Seriously? Are we in high school?

-when people are eating chips or popcorn at the movies and they rattle the bag or the sound it makes when your fingers dig for the popcorn. YIKES.

-talking during movies.

-people who eat in class. As a future teacher, I find it extremely rude. Not to mention, it stinks up the room and I just hate the sound of people eating.

-people who walk slow in front of you, especially at the mall. I hate walking slow.

-mismatched clothes. Enough said.

-knock off hand bags. I could rant off on this for days. I am very fortunate in being able to afford handbags that are real (thank God for great parents) and I realize that not everyone can. However, I think that if I couldn’t afford them, I would NOT carry fake ones. It’s wrong on so many levels. It’s wrong to the designers. It’s wrong to buy them because it’s illegal. Even if you promote them to people and tell them it’s fake, it also lessens the value of those who have them. I hate seeing people with a fake version of my real bag. I see TONS of cute purses at places for only 20 dollars. (Although this is being a total hypocrite, I probably would carry a knock off Hermes Birkin because you can HONESTLY afford those? haha I guess some people can, but they are ridiculously expensive!) Anyways, I digress…

-Professors who are jerks. Enough said.

-Eating chips at the Mexican restaurant and making a loud crunch. Break the chip into bite size pieces, then dunk, then bite. SIMPLE.

-walking all the way to my class after getting up early and getting ready to find out that it has been canceled. Have some courtesy and send a freaking email. Ugh.

-waking up early in general.

- know it all’s. it’s like arguing with a sign post.

-bad drivers. I have the worst road rage. I feel as though no one can drive as well as I can. I honestly believe my life calling is a race car driver. And if I were, my car WOULD be pink =)

-t-shirts, purses, and stickers that say TWILIGHT or have the characters on them. I like the movies and the books; however, we are no longer in the fifth grade and there is no need to display such things to the world on your clothing or car.

-when people invite you to a thousand groups and/or pages on facebook. If I wanted to be a fan of yours, help your Farmville, or come see you sing in a open mic night I would do so WITHOUT a facebook invite. Thanks.

-last but not least or most important, when a girl burps. I understand that sometimes this may not be prevented for whatever reason, but it is VERY unladylike to burp at anytime and even more so at a TABLE. Ugh. I have honestly witnessed a female burping VERY loudly at a dinner table and then proceed to talk about it and how she likes to burp, etc. EW EW EW and more EW. I about died.

You all probably thing I am the weirdest person and that I hate everything, but that isn’t true. I just hate random noises and things that people do. I’m afraid that some people I am friends with might read this and feel as though they must walk on egg shells around me now. I’m not saying because you’re my friend you can do these things or that I don’t notice them. I DO notice and I DO internally cringe, but I won’t be a jerk about it. I might call you out jokingly sometimes. Anyways, enough with the things that bother me. I shall do a post about all the things that make me REALLY happy someday! I swear!