Here in the beautiful land of lala, I take the train to and from school everyday, with a frown and a book to calm me down and distract me from the chaos that is called Avondelia college. (Note: Avondelia isn't its real name but anyone living in my city will know which school it is).
1) Avondelia damn college
Everyday when I'm tired and ready to go home and eat a ton of cheese, I see these annoying boys laughing REALLY loudly and pestering anyone in their way, communicating with annoying girls and talking about Kanye or any other terrible music artist and I'm like "excuse me the only male musicians that have talent are in bands and ~actually~ play their instruments and ~actually~ write their own songs and don't makeout with Kim Kardashian (except maybe Pete Wentz*, but he's allowed to) so don't you go on about how much of a good rapper Kanye is".
*In 'THNKS FR TH MMRS", Pete Wentz made out with Kim Kardashian and won lots of YouTube views.
2) People who stand in front of the train doors.
Don't you dare act like you didn't know it was against the train rules to stand in front of the doorways. It literally has a " do not lean on the train doors" sign, that for-some-reason, you ignore and stand there for hours talking to your boyfriend about how 'unbelievable' the New Zealand voting law is when you've only been here for two weeks. Steer clear from the door and look for a seat for goodness sake. It would be a shame if someone took the seat you could've sat in before you got fined for standing in front of the freakin' doorway.
3. People taking up TWO seats.
I didn't think you were allowed to do that. Do we really have to communicate with you so you move your gluteus maximus to the window seat? I'm talking to you, eight-year-old with iPhone 7 on instagram.
4. Stinky people.
Please, citizens, make sure you're smelling like strawberries when you're entering the train station. For some reason, the person sitting in front of me normally smells like a rat that died in glue trap. No offense.
Unless you lost the ability to smell or something, you should be able to tell when you smell like feces.
So long and goodnightttytyytttytttt,
Miss Understood
*awesome instrumentals for nearly witches*
