Can I just say...

I hate when people talk during a movie. And I mean really talk the entire time through your sappy chick flick that you turned on when no one was home because you wanted to watch it, alone.

I hate when people eat. I really do. I understand it is a necessity and everyone eats. Including me. But when one slurps down 4 bowls of cereal, crackers, cheese and peanut butter in a matter of an hour. I get very, very annoyed.

To go along with that, I hate the sounds people make while eating. I have yet to figure out why people insist on shoveling in a mammoth sized bite of food into their tiny mouth. It isn't supposed to fit, so stop. Little pointer: If you are having trouble breathing, you have too much in your mouth.

I don't know why I was cursed with such a hatred for food sounds, I'm hoping it will keep me from having to diet just because I am so repulsed by most foods, I don't eat. But please, don't egg this pet peeve on, I've had enough and I'm sure your stomach has too. And don't feel bad if I get annoyed by you while you're eating. There are maybe 2 people that don't bug me and I can only think of one of those people so there is a good chance you bug me when you eat.

When one claims to be so very giving and never think of themselves then turns around and asks you to do something for them that would make you look like Satan if you said no, I question where one learned the definition of "giving" and "selfless." I think you are very mistaken.

When I am sleeping, I am sleeping. This is my time and I don't want to be bothered. I would argue that most people feel the same about this as I do. So yes, I may be sprawled out on the couch leaving only the chair for you to sit, and I understand that is rude. But listen, I never wanted to watch this movie with anyone. So while I sleep, please don't move my legs so you can spoon me. I didn't like waking up to that.

I really am a nice person. I try to say nice things and be nice. For the most part. But sometimes, I get annoyed and am too much a people pleaser to say anything to the problem. So I blog about it.

I am really excited for a change next semester. 4 more weeks...

I'm also not sure about this moving home thing. I hope I can find it in me to still appreciate my parents the way I do when they give me all my rules back. I understand that midnight is not that bad of a curfew but just knowing that I have a curfew puts a damper on my night. That's all. If I promise I will be home at a reasonable hour can I just not have a curfew? Please and thank you.

If you read this whole blog about me complaining. Good for you. I'm sorry it was so negative.

On the plus side, Spring is here. And I'm loving every second of it.