I know that you and your boyfriend haven’t been together long and your feelings aren’t very strong for each other yet. Well, I love my boyfriend. I don’t want to go clubbing and I don’t need a “Girls’ Night Outâ€! I’m happy with my boyfriend. Just accept it.
When people say “Why can’t we all just be rich, healthy, fit and smart without having to work?†or “I wish there was no such thing as pain or fear or misery†or something else in that order, it really annoys me. Of course we all wish our lives were perfect, but wishing for it won’t make it happen, and there is really no need to say it because it’s obvious that’s what we all would like. Why can’t life be perfect? Because it’s not.
A gigantic girl was walking next to me with a burger in her hand and she looked across the street and said, “wow, that woman has to stop eating.â€
I stopped going to movie theaters because I absolutely cannot stand the sound of crinkling plastic and fountain soda swishing around in a cup. Open the bag already and let it be. Take a drink and put the cup down.
I let my dad clean the dogs in my shower, because it’s the best suited for the task. Then, later, he brings the dogs up into the kitchen and says that my project for today is cleaning out the cabinet under my sink. So not only did he give me a chore but it means that he went looking for a mess to make me clean up. Then half an hour later he comes up into the kitchen:
“Did you clean your sink?â€
“Not yet.â€
“Well, here’s the deal. You clean your sink, or pick a chicken for me to get rid of.â€
So first he goes looking for a mess to make me clean and then he threatens my chickens! Am I the only one who sees what’s unfair about this?
Can you do a backflip on four inches of wood? Honestly, just try something like a front handspring—I’m pretty sure most people can’t even do that!
When people start to tell you something and say, “oh, I’ll tell you laterâ€, then when you ask them later what they were talking about, they’ve forgotten.
Since I’ve grown up, got a job and learned to drive, I come to hate the snow. It’s a complete inconvenience. Cold, wet, slushy and icy weather—I can’t think of anything worse.
It’s so nasty when you see a guy that’s cute, then a week later you see him again and he has five hairs sticking out of his chin. You just want to shave it off quickly for him or get a pair of scissors or a lawn mower.
Dear professors,
For the last month of the semester, my workload consists of 120 pages of research papers, 45 hours of field study, 5 presentations, 4 major tests, and 12 quizzes. My workload for the first three months? 24 pages of lit analysis and 1 midterm. How about a little balance?
Please and thank you.