Firstly,
savvyfairy, it's fine if you 'steal' the layout, I checked.
I was just looking through some old entries, reading some comments, and it dawned on me that hey, a lot of things get on my nerves. I haven't updated for a few days, and I'm getting tired of reading comments about religion, so, here's a new entry, from me to you.
When Americans use British terms:
You are not British. No one in your school is a 'prat', or a 'git'. It is not 'bloody' cold, and you don't have 'knickers'. Many of you are guilty of this, and I will make it quite clear now that I am not interested in any excuses. If you are not British, don't try and sound it. Simple as that. I don't give a damn if your Grandma was born in London. Are you her? No. End of discussion. After the 'Harry Potter' books came out - (Ooher, a whole book named after you Potter, don't we feel special) everyone in U S of A decided they were suddenly British. The rude boy in their class became a 'wanker', their brother a 'prat' and they just bought the cutest new 'runners'. Oh please, you're not fooling anyone, so stop.
The infamous 'OMG Draco u r cool, frnd me plzz k??11!!one!!111':
Do you truly think I have the time to sit there and work out who wants me to friend them? Oh please. Everyone on this site would enjoy my undivided attention, (those who don't yet have me friended are simply in denial), but that doesn't mean they're going to get it. I don't mind people friending my journal, I would make it private like Granger's, (she's probably writing about how much she fancies Weasley, and doesn't want the world to know - you know, just in case that blind, deaf bloke in Zimbabwe missed something) if that were the case. However, if you do wish to friend me, and bask in the glory of my updates, then by all means, knock yourself out. However, don't put the ball in my court by asking me to friend you. What the bloody hell makes you think you're worthy of that? I don't even have myself friended.
Fangirls:
Yeah. I know I'm gorgeous.
Fangirls:
Okay, so maybe I'll let you keep commenting telling me how good looking I am. Just because I'm nice like that.
Bd splers and ppl who use slang because it iz c00l didn u kno?!?:
Die.
People who know my Father:
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I have had at least five different people claiming to 'know' my Father. Is this some desperate attempt to get me to like/respect you? Yeah, he has been mentioned in a novel that has sold billions of copies all over the world. I'm fairly certain many people know of him, but none of you actually know him, and by claiming that you do, it only annoys me, and diminishes all chances you had of being friended. Boo hoo, go cry to one of your other invisible friends.
Anonymous people:
I was contemplating whether or not I should add this, because on one hand, they are a brilliant source of entertainment when I'm in a bad mood and need to make someone want to shrivel up and die, but besides that, yes, they do annoy me.
People who feel they're the only person who has me friended, yet still remains 'opinionated' and an 'individual':
Oh please. So everyone here is a half witted fangirl except you, right? Riiight. Don't shave for a week, show the world just how much 'feminine pride' you have, because you know, we all do care. Deep, deep down.
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Novel-length comments:
Do you truly think I care about your opinion that much? There are a few select people I have friended that I would take the time to read a longer comment, but for the rest of you, who feel the need to post epics as comments, sod off!
Headaches:
Like the one I have now.
I could go on forever, but, it is very late here, and I do have quite the headache, so I suppose I should be ending it here. Perhaps I will add some more at a later point.
If you're lucky.