There are few things I hate more than people who are jerks. Not the usual kind of jerk that leaves trash on a fast food restaurant table or cuts in front of you in line at the store. Well, those people suck too, but not as bad as people who are jerks about opinions. These are the people who believe something very strongly and then make fun of you or insult you if you believe differently. Immature jerks.
I will freely admit that I am very opinionated. Go ahead, read almost any article on this site and you’ll understand that I have a strong opinion on just about everything. But there is one thing I will never do and that is force my opinion on people who disagree. I may come close from time to time, but I don’t treat my personal beliefs as fact. Unfortunately, there are a great many people out there who do treat their opinions as fact and will not hesitate to explain that to you, usually in an insulting fashion. I hate people like that.
Am I complaining? Yes, I am. This is my blog and I’ll whine about whatever I see fit, dammit. Don’t like it? I have something to say to that: I do not care for your attitude, good sir. There’s the door. My opinion may be different than yours, but I have every right to express it.
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Ever get that feeling that people just aren’t listening to you? I hate it. Or when people just don’t understand what I’m trying to say…or don’t want to understand. Or simply brush me off because they feel like it, or whatever. Yeah, I’m whining. It’s just that sometimes, I try to tell someone something, but I guess I don’t make myself clear because they just shake their heads and ask me what I meant. And then I get mad because I already explained it to them well enough the first time. I don’t know. I suppose I expect people to be able to read my mind and understand what I mean with a minimum of explanation. I really don’t like having to explain things in great detail when I feel they should have been understood right off the bat.
Or I could be blowing things way out of proportion and just bitching about absolutely nothing. I tend to do that when I’m already aggravated at the world for who knows what reason. It could be that I tripped on my sister’s shoes…again. Or that the dog ran off into the dark when I took her out. Maybe it’s the incredible lack of attention spans all my friends have. It could be anything that gets me a little irritated, and then I take it out on other people simply because I expect them to think exactly like me.
Meh, I don’t even know why I’m writing about this. It sounds a bit emo when I read it over. Oh poor Cody, no one understands you. Boo hoo. The last thing I need is self-pity. Or any other pity, for that matter. I suppose I’m just getting all this off my chest. Venting, in other words. Well, I feel a little better now. It’s not really the same as venting to someone else in person, because they’ll sympathize with you…or slap you and tell you to snap out of it. Either works.
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Winterfest was awesome, even if the DJ did blow his amp. Meh. The upside of that was being able to hear myself think for the last half of the dance. I forgot my crown, though, which was a bummer. They even took pictures of the royalty, and me without my crown…oh well.
Now I’ve got to go back to school, something I really don’t want to do considering the semester ends this Friday. Normally, that’d be a good thing, but I have papers and tests all over the place this week along with my Calculus notebook. I’m probably going to get yet another B in Calc unless all my homework miraculously does itself. Curse my procrastination and concentration problems!
You know, I guess it’s the onset of the end of high school, but it’s getting really hard for me to care about certain things. This holds true for schoolwork (especially Physics and Calc) and other stuff, like my ST simms and bowling. I just don’t care as much as I used to, and it’s bothering me. Things like bowling used to be so much fun, but now I’m anxiously awaiting the end of the league I’m currently in. Maybe it’s some odd form of senioritis, but that’s usually just school-related.
In case you’re starting to worry, no, I’m not depressed. I just don’t know what it is. It seems the only bright spot in my life (what I actually care about) are Lindsay and the rest of my friends. Other than that…
…well, that was a depressing entry. Maybe I’ll find some way to perk up before the semester ends. *wanders off to listen to emo music*
I’m kidding about the emo music bit. I’m not that crazy.
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New color scheme! Woot! Yeah, so I didn’t do anything today. Sat around playing KotOR II for a long time, opened another birthday present (it was a 1GB Flash drive), and did a bit o’ lawn work. And now I’m sitting here checking my email and writing in my blog. Fun times, eh? In case you were wondering, this is how I usually spend my weekends, even the extra-long ones. In fact, with the extra day this weekend, I’ll probably go out and wash my car! Yep, my idea of a fun time. *sighs* I wish I had some good friends around to invite me to a party or something. Oh well. I’m used to being the “social outcast” of sorts. It doesn’t bother me that much. And now I sound self-pitying. Not quite what I was going for.
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The depression continues! I’m in a serious slump here. However, I’ve figured out how it all started: from reading about other peoples’ problems. I naturally feel for another person. If they’re pissed off, it makes me angry. If they’re bummed about something, I get bummed too. And this constantly annoys me. So for all of you out there reading this: DO NOT BUG ME WITH YOUR PROBLEMS!!! I’m having enough troubles as it is.
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