I hate going shopping and waiting for those arseholes in front to get out of the bloody way. It's a supermarket, not a clog-all-the-aisles-I-want-to-go-down-a-thon! If you're going to stand about and stare at all the pretty product packaging, do it in a staggered fashion so I don't have to catapault myself over the top of you to reach the baked beans. But for the love of God, don't start walking down the city pavements in a staggered fashion: I don't really want to double my energy usage and time outdoors zig-zagging between you all. If you were overtaking the person in front, I'd understand more, but I'm not invisible, you can see me coming, so why not wait for three picoseconds? How the heck do such people get their driving liscences? Oh, and another thing, I don't really want to listen to whatever the hell you're listening to in your car, I want to listen to the things I'm listening to right now. If you're going to blast noise from your automobile as you careem down the street as we're leaving school, try putting on something remotely listenable instead of some weird yowling. Do you drown kittens and record it on audio cassette or something?
Wow, got carried away. Okay, sensible things now.
I hate having lost my work ethic. In first and middle school I was always eager to work, and it stayed like that for my first year at Norwich School, but then I started getting lazy and unmotivated. This past year has been absolute hell. Even as I type I have German homework and geography coursework to complete in four weeks. Four weeks, you may scoff, but I'm really scared that I may not get round to doing them. I hate being like this. I haven't drawn anything in months, and I worry I'm losing my artistic ability even now. I keep promising myself, "Oh, I'll do some sketches today, just to try and get back into the swing of things," or, "Ah, trombone practice today, methinks," but nothing ever becomes of it. I feel so helpless.
I hate not being able to display myself more prominantly in life. Real life that is, this is the Internet, typing isn't a problem. I'm uber-shy, selective mute and some word beginning with A which I can't remember and nobody else knows. I want to be in a play, I want to try out my acting skills, but I'm about as likely to walk on a stage as Elvis Presley is to sing on Top of the Pops - unless I can overcome by own weaknesses, or what I percieve at weaknesses. Everyone around me has grown accustomed to me being like this, which I also hate, because at the same time I don't want a big fuss made over me, which is what they almost certainly will do.
Okay, less personal:
I hate when TV sceduling takes a tumble and I'm left with Wimbledon on my screens instead of what I wanted.
I hate how people react when they learn I don't like Harry Potter or Boring Franchise 3: Another Sequel.
Damn, I've run out of time. I shall return. Maybe.
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