(no subject)
Things I Despise:
; My HRC cast, at the moment.
; The lack of support my parents give me.
; All math in every and any form.
; APUSH homework, especially the analyses.
; Being entirely and perpetually broke.
; Abercrombie and Fitch.
; Having really boss concerts be on random week nights--like a Wednesday.
; Not being able to fall asleep until 2:00 A.M., and then getting 2-3 hours of sleep a night for about a week.
; My ovaries. They are vicious.
; My lack of a driver's license and a vehicle after that.
; Drunken temper tantrums.
; Very poor judgment.
; Being disliked and harshly judged.
; Getting low grades--or what my parents consider to be low.
; Not meeting the standards of the people I most look up to.
; Not really having anyone to look up to in the first place, yet finding myself in the position of being a role model on a constant basis.
; Inside Hitler's Bunker.
; Really poor grammar.
; The hypocrisy of some of my friends, like Donna for example. Not that she'll read this--she's off with her one true ~mYspAcE LuVv~.
; Shallow people.
; People who enjoy the antics of shallow people.
; Emotional detachment.
; Being written out of the will.
; Mental blocks.
; Not being trusted by my own family.
; Being compared to people I neither identify with nor want to identify with in the slightest.
; Having people be angry with me, and remaining completely helpless.
; Escalators.
; Excessive affection.
; My pessimism.
; Corn.
; The invasive smell of marijuana.
; Craving cigarettes.
; Being so stressed out over everything, but being unnaturally careless at the same time.
; Never seeing some of the members of the graduated classes.
; Mercy's art department.
; Not having enough memory space on my camera, and therefore needing to delete pictures dear to me to make room for more.
; Being caught in a lie.
; Getting yelled at by a teacher.
; The vast majority of my advisor group.
; Babies--especially their hygiene practices. Disgusting. Although I suppose I might want to force myself to come to love them in the future.
; Uncertainty.
; My fear of affection.
; Really pungent flowers.
; Spiders and ants.
; The idea of being smothered with Saran Wrap.
; The word "pubic". It's repulsive.
; My ever-present sense of inadequacy in everything I do.
; My jealousy.
; Racism.
; Wedge sandals.
; The smell and taste of coffee-flavored yogurt.
; Listerine.
; The fact that this list is subject to additions. And that I'll probably be on here tomorrow fixing it.