Okay, I’ll admit that I’m one of those people that doesn’t want to hear Christmas music until December. Sorry. Don’t hate me. Let me explain. There are only so many Christmas songs. After hearing the same music constantly for a while, I start to get sick of it. I don’t want to hear it until December that way I’m not sick of it by Thanksgiving.
Anywho, I can’t pick a favorite because that’s how I am. But I will always love Harry Connick Jr. and Donny Osmond’s Christmas music. For one, they are different, and two, they are catchy and fun. Problem? Didn’t think so.
Despite my irritation with the excessive airing of Christmas music, I do like it. Moderation is the key.
I’m posting late tonight so lets get this show on the road.
“Fuck the Police.” No. Fuck you for thinking you’re better than everyone else. You’re really going to say that about the people who help keep this a safe place to live? If there were no police, you would probably get robbed everyday, people would be abducted, raped, and murdered, a whole more than they already are. Sorry to be so gruesome, but its true. Just because a cop pulled you over, of arrested you or whatever, doesn’t mean they are worthless pieces of crap. Yes, some of them are “bad cops,” or jerks, but most of them aren’t. You can’t hate them for enforcing the rules. This isn’t Kindergarten, grow up.
I hate when someone says they don’t like a band for a stupid reason. My inspiration for this comes from my brother. He told me that he didn’t like Keane (I think he actually said that they suck) because they don’t have a guitar. So? Tat just makes them different. Do you hate them because they are different? I’m not sure how many times I say this (probably a lot), but the music isn’t all about the sound. It’s about telling a story or getting a message across. Its a form of communication. The instruments and vocals just make it more pleasing for your ears. The only type of music that I don’t like because of the sound is screamo or that stuff that you cant even understand the words. It just sounds like someone is being brutally murdered. That’s not very pleasant.
Bikini tops. This one is for the girls because I’m pretty sure most of the guys will have the opposite opinion. Bikini tops are made for girls with small boobs. But guess what? Girls with big boobs, also want to wear bikini tops, without having to worry about their boobs falling out. Not cool. Plus, America is fat. Most people have big boobs now. And fake boobs don’t count because that shit doesn’t move anyway. I’m talking about natural boobs that are at least a C cup. There are no bikini tops made for these boobs.
The toilet paper roll. In a previous post, I talked about replacing to roll when you finish it. That inspired me to talk about how to replace it. When you pull the toilet paper, it should be coming from the top of the roll. If you have to scratch your nails against the wall to get a hold of the end, you’ve done it wrong. It’s not a complicated task, but more people than you know, do it wrong.
English vs. Metric System. Everyone in the world uses the Metric system. Except America. You can make you’re cute little comments about how we’re America and we have to be different. Stop. It’s annoying. All we do is make it difficult to communicate with people from other countries. I don’t know how many of my readers are American with friends in other countries (or are from a different country with American friends), but its irritating having to constantly translate the temperature, or inches to centimeters. You could always just learn the other system to avoid having to translate, but who wants to learn two measuring systems? I don’t. But I did. America needs to get it’s act together. Stop trying so hard to be different. While being different is perfectly fine, I encourage it, but sometimes America goes a little over board.
I just want to make it clear that I have absolutely nothing against America. It’s a wonderful place. It’s just a little too cocky sometimes.
Well, that’s it. It might be a while before we see part 6. I have one bullet left on my list. I’m out of ideas. I can’t be bothered by everything, after all. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to comment. Comment. Comment. Comment. Seriously, Comment. Anything that bothers you? Don’t lie. Something bothers you. Maybe my nagging for comments bothers you? Tell me about it. Comment. The button is right below this post. Go ahead. Comment.
Inside. How can I take a picture that represents inside? Inside a building. Inside a box or container. Inside. Inside. Inside.
Then my Dad came home from a property we recently bought, and asked my brother and I to help him unload the stacks of records from his trunk.
We found the stacks of records in the shed of the house along with a broken toilet, pieces of wood, piping, old doors, and even a shopping cart.
This picture says “Inside” to me because it was found inside a shed full of junk. The house wasn’t in the best shape when we bought it; we’ve been making repairs. Just because a house is old and abandoned, doesn’t mean you won’t find something of value inside of it.
I absolutely hate when you are texting or chatting with someone and they don’t type with proper grammar. I’m not talking about not using an apostrophe, or not completing sentences (or run-ons). I don’t care about that stuff. It’s when they don’t separate thoughts. Sometimes I have to re read things a million different ways to try to figure out what they’re saying. Also, people need to learn the differences between your and you’re; there, their, and they’re; accept, and except; affect and effect; allot, and a lot; and to, too, and two. Seriously. Learn your own language. The only exception is non-native English speakers. However, most of the non-native speakers, that I know, understand the difference and use the words, and grammar, properly.<p align=”right”><!–more–></p>
It is starting to bug me when people give “god” credit for everything. For example, I received a few cards from family congratulating me on graduating. One of these cards was religiously themed. It talked about how “god” got me through high school, and thanking “god” for whatever else. Nowhere on the card did it say anything about all of the hard work I put into my school career. What about me? wheres my credit? Not to sound like I think everything should be about me, or that I didn’t appreciate the thought behind the card. Another example is when you get over a sickness, whether it be a cold, or more serious, and someone says something along the lines of “Oh, God has healed you!” No, he didn’t. My immune system did. Or the professionals in the medical field did. Why don’t you give the people who actually contributed the credit they deserve?
Sweden vs. Switzerland. Learn the difference. They are two very different countries in Europe. A few months ago, a kid in my Human geography class asked a question. This kid became known for questions that pissed me off. Anywho, I don’t even remember what his question was, I just remember him saying something about “The Swedes of Switzerland.” …Really? The only way you can have Swedes of Switzerland” is if they are visiting, and in that case, they they don’t represent Switzerland at all. The people of Switzerland are called the Swiss. Swedes are in Sweden. And the worst part about this experience is it too place in a geography class. Come on people. My mom does this a lot too. She told me something about having Swedes in our family tree. She went to look, to show me, and it turns out they were Swiss. THERE’S A DIFFERENCE!
I just love it when you are obviously listening to music and all these bitches, that wanted nothing to do with you when you weren’t listening to music, all of a sudden decide they want to talk. Sorry, can you see the headphones on my head? Go away.
Coloring book pictures. If you don’t know, I color a lot. I can’t stand when the artist who drew the picture, decided it was a good idea to leave the picture unfinished. Example:As you can see, the line just stops. Yes, that looks fantastic for a drawing, and I know what it is supposed to be. Great! But not when i try to color it. Do I just stop the color there? Do I follow the curve of the line? What do I do? Coloring is supposed to be fun and relaxing. This is just too stressful!