I hate it. I look over at a classmate and he’s got the friggin’ Mona Lisa of middle school art. And then I look down at mine and I have stick people. And when I try to draw a real person, they have huge arms and stubby fingers and it just doesn’t look right!
My name is Waverly, but I hate it when people shorten it to “Waveâ€! My nickname is WayWay! I know I’ve told you this a thousand times! Why must you still ignore me?
I hate how some kids at my school who are in the HTML class claim they can “program†and “codeâ€. First of all HTML is a markup language (Hyper Text Markup Language) and is not a programing language. Second, if I tell them about how programing languages like Java or C++ are different from markup languages, plus show them several technology sites and books proving my knowledge to be correct and accurate, they still say HTML is a programing language. Finally, when I bring them to the guy who teaches their HTML class (among other computer related classes) and he confirms what I said, they act like jerks for several days before finally going back to ignoring me. What is my point? I don’t pretend to know all the ins and outs of sports, so don’t pretend to know all the ins and outs of the technology world. That’s geek territory.
I hate how when I’m looking for a music video online, I find one titled “OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEOâ€. So I click it—and it’s some person doing a review! If it’s not the official video, don’t write that it is!
They’re, there, their. To, too. Your, you’re. Not interchangeable.
I don’t understand why people say “Why can’t you just be normal?†How can there be such a thing as “normal†if the world is made up of individuals?
I might be at tad klutzy, but it’s the cereal bowl’s fault.
I hate listening to people complain every day how their job sucks! If you hate your job so much then quit and look for a better one. But right now, deal with it! Don’t be a jerk to your customers or to the people who pay you to do a service.
I have more guy friends than girl friends. The girls at my school are mostly messed up, and the guys aren’t. Do you have to pick on me for that? So what, I went to the beach with two guys and climbed on the cliffs there. I’m sorry I missed out on your snobby little chat fest on the phone. No, I don’t listen to those popular artists. Why? Because most are shallow and stupid. Why can’t people accept me for who I am?
I hate when people blame crap on you. They turn all your friends against you and when you ask them why they are so mad, they can’t explain, because you didn’t do anything. Either that or they keep using the same excuse over and over, especially after you say you’re sorry even though you didn’t do anything in the first place!