Haha, I'm An Idiot.

ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF POP~

Alrighty, I just got my ears destroyed and one of my favourite authors is leaving.

This day is gonna be great.

Complaining totally ahead.

First things first, my ears were just annihilated by some terribly singing kids. You see, I was looking for some DVDs to put on and I stumbled across this old CD of kid's songs. Now, you know how I am. I wanted to re-listen to this because I remember loving it. After all, that's where I learned the actual lyrics to La Cucaracha. I thought it would be good to reminisce. *odd1sout voice* BOY WAS I WRONG! (Psst, if you're not familiar with this YouTuber or that reference, check it out down here:

Pfft, he's great.

Anyway, BOY WAS I WRONG! I plug in my headphones (because I'm pretty sure nobody else wants to listen to this,) and I'm HIT IN THE FRICKEN FACE. I don't know if this CD is loud as hell or if I had the volume up too high, but I was being screamed at. "ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF POP ON THE WALL, ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF POOOOOOOOOP~" Like holy hell. Jeebos Crust. What in the name of Cornelius Fudge was that? Anyway, I begin frantically hitting the thing trying to turn it down, ("NINETY BOTTLES OF POP ON THE WALL") and I somehow only manage to turn it louder. Have you ever had a friend or family member that's waken you up by yelling in your ear as a prank? Maybe heard a loud explosion from fireworks or something of the like? Gotten jumpscared by a video game or one of those maze things? At least ever had the friend who says they have a secret to whisper and then they blow in your ear? Take all of those, multiply them by six, add Satan, and there you have it. Eventually I managed to get the volume down at forty bottles of pop (they were going by tens) but CHRIST that was one of the worst experiences of my life.

Anyway, I calm down enough and go check Wattpad for the morning. Oh great. Remember my rant earlier? Remember the conflict I mentioned earlier about the author and her friend who got in a fight? It turns out that that person is leaving now because that ass-blasting bitcheloid can't wise up and apologize to the person who was trying to help them because they were saying vague sh!t like "Kill me please" and their friends got worried. Sh!t escalated and now this poor girl's leaving. Also, turns out, the author I said I just followed and was already getting unhappy posts from was part of that friend group and also trying to help. In fact, many of the people I follow are ending up involved because of one whiny brat who doesn't treat their friends like friends. I will not be naming any names, but I just want to say that I'm frustrated as hell with Wattpad lately. Why y'all gotta be saltier than the Dead Sea? Jeebos Crust. I just want to read your stories and enjoy your art, not get caught on the sidelines of a gigantic blowout.