blender

i have a pet named peeve

1/13/15:

I'M JUST GONNA LIST ANY THING THAT GETS ON MY NERVES SO PREPARE YOURSELVES MOFOS

1. rocky chairs, and i don't mean rocking chairs, i mean the chair spawns of satan, like the ones with screws loose and missing pieces so when you sit on it, it's uneven and it rocks back and forth AND YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO SIT UP STRAIGHT BUT THE BASE ISN'T EVEN STEADY LIKE WHAT THE HELL

2. when you have the best idea, like oh my god, i never knew i can think like that THIS WILL CHANGE MY LIFE and for a second my mind switches to something like dan howell, and i try to switch back BUT MY IDEA IS GONE LIKE WHY, IS MY SHORT TERM MEMORY THAT BAD OwO WHY DAN I THOUGHT I CAN TRUST YOU

3. there are these times when i want to draw, and i like drawing, but i don't know what to draw. and then, i think about drawing somehting like a person. and then i try drawing it and something is wrong but i can't tell and i don't know what's going on. and then i spend the next hour in artist's block. then i give up.

4. when people switch your and you're LIKE SEROUSLY I ONCE THOUGHT FOR A SECOND THAT PEOPLE ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE "repost if your happy it's 2015" or "repost with you're friends tagged" LIKE OMF WHY

5. when i'm taking notes, and the teacher doesn't write them consistently like it'll be

Polar covalent bonds: blah blah science bitch blah blah

non Polar bonds:

- blah blah blah say my name, damn right blah blah chicken buckets

OKAY FIRST OF ALL, N IN NON ISN'T CAPITALIZED. AND P IN POLAR IS. WHY.

and when you defined the both of them, you put the first one in front of the colon, and the second one in front of a dash. WHY.

CONSISTENCY GUISE.

6. when people click their pens. i mean i click mine too, but it's to a steady rhythm (i don't have ocd, in case you're wondering) like 83 beats per minute and then i hear someone jamming their pen at like fucking allegro liek no. no. why, are you freaking pissed or something. bc i will take your fucking allegro and shove it up your ass fortissississisimo. with multo crescendo. then a fermata.

7. when i go clothes shopping. it's so fricking hard. bc i'm not the type of person who knows ALL of my sizes. i don't stare at a girl passing by and say "mhmm that girl ain't a size 2", i go "oh shit, don't make eye contact, or she gonna think i'm weird." and if you put me in a clothing store, well shit. i'll just go to the small sizes and move up from there bc HA LIKE I KNOW WHAT MY SIZE IS

8. this math program called carnegie. it's a common core thing in my school and IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD VIRGIN MARY SWEET HOLY GRAIL OF BUDDHA there's this part where we do it online bc it's hw AND THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING GLITCHES AND IT ALWAYS SAYS I'M WRONG, AND I'M NOT WRONG BITCH BC YOU'RE THE COMPUTER PROGRAM THAT CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT ARE YOU CALLING ME FAKE YOU FUCKING SON OF A WORTHLESS HORNY BITCH AND I ACTUALLY CHECK MY WORK SO FUCKING WORK YOU PIECE OF SHIT

9. porridge that's super thick. it's just so gross and ewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewew. and for my non-thick-porridge-aware friends, it's like really thick oatmeal. that smells like old spoiled rice. nonononono.

10. poking. LIKE REAL PHYSICAL POKING. i don't know why, but if you try to get my attention and try by continually jabbing me with your little fingers i swear to god, i will shove my backpack and my pocky down your throat until you take your hands off of me for fuck's sake. is saying my name really that hard to do? like it's just three syllables: euh- lai - naaaaaaaaa

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