I kind of don't like to drive.

It's cool, but it freaks me out, too.

The first time I ever drove, I was like, "I hate this. I want to stop right now."  Then, I kept driving and soon enough, I'd be forcing my mom to switch places with me so I could drive.  I've done behind the wheel twice now, and I really hate that.  I really, really, really hate driving with the instructor.  She acts very frustrated, put off and annoyed when I make a little mistake.  It's so dumb because I just barely started driving.  I can't sit down, turn on the car and freaking own it.  But whatever.

Anyway, 

I hate parking.  I hate it.  I cannot park!  

I hate U-turns.  They're stupid and hard.  

I hate the freeway.   It freaks me out.  There's too many cars and it's too fast.

I hate traffic checks.  It's green.  I don't want to look left, right, left every single time I pass through an intersection. 

I hate three-point turns.  Those are annoying.  I'm not bad at them at all.  I just don't like it.

I hate stopping.  I hate having to stop.  I can't slow down and stop without the little jerk at the end.  Apparently, that's bad. -.-'

I hate blind spot checks.  They're annoying.  

I hate dips, railroad tracks, islands, slow pedestrians, short green lights, red lights, stop signs, streets without lines, idiots worse than me, etc.

Okay.

So ... maybe I just don't like a lot of stuff involved IN DRIVING...but I mean, ey...

It'll get me around faster.  (:

Hahaha. I complain too much. :D

As stupid as it sounds ... IT'S MY JOB TO MAKE THE CDS.

In Honors Chemistry, on lab days, someone can bring in a CD and the teacher will play it while we do the lab.

For literally the entire year up until this week, I've been the one to make a CD and bring it in; the only one.

Then someone else brought one in... and mine was NOT played!

I don't care how stupid this sounds.  I cannot stand that class.  It's so routine.  We stand outside the class while the teacher goes to the bathroom, he comes back, we go in, he checks the homework, we go over the homework, powerpoint comes on, we take notes, he speaks, he ends the lecture, we work on the night's homework, class ends.  SAME THING EVERY DAY.  I hate that class.

The only GOOD part about this class is lab days.  Why? Because I get to have my CD played.  My amazing CD with my obviously amazing music.  Okay.  My opinion, but still.  I dig hearing my music and having it played and getting to listen to music I love while in school.  It's chill, right? Right. 

But no.  Someone else decided they're going to make a CD and bring one in.  And their stupid CD got played.  Sure, it's for everyone.  Anyone can bring in a CD.  Anyone can have theirs played.  But I've been doing it all school year.  Every single lab, I'm the only one to bring in a CD.  So it's pretty much EXPECTED of me.  I forgot once or twice to make a CD and people would be all, "Lori, where's your CD?" and I'd say I forgot and it was like, "Aww, dang!"  Obviously, everyone else enjoys my amazing, up-beat, super fun, catchy music.

Stupid kids.  

Why do people always INSIST on making snarky comments?

What do I mean by this?

Someone will say something...

and there's always SOMEONE that HAS to say something rude, sarcastic, harsh, bitchy, etc.

But why?

What exactly is it that makes people decide, "You know what? I'm going to be an asshole & say something following up what he/she just said to hurt their feelings."  Why?!  I can't stand when people do that.  Whether they're doing it to me or not, it still always pisses me off.  What's the point in being an ass and saying something to make fun of what someone just said? What's the point in making fun of them?

I don't see it.  Honestly, I can't recall many times that I've done it to someone.  The only time I can think I've done it is because they said something rude, so I had to follow up with something rude to put them in their place.  But just doing it to someone for no apparent reason just because you're an asshole isn't right.  It pisses me off!  

It's like no matter what someone says, there's always going to be someone to throw in their damn two cents and be an ass.  I hate people. >_<

This is what happens when I get bored...

So ... I got bored.

So I decided, I'm going to my make-up all "scene" like. So I did.

Then my sister wanted to do my hair ...

Here's the result:

Fake people & playing both sides

Two of my FAVORITE tbings...

to rant about.

OHBOY!  Where do I get started on this one?  Hm ... anywhere, really.  It's a rant.  

So, why are there fake people? No, really. Why?  What's the point in being fake?  I guess one reason is because they think more people will like them if they change themselves around others.  I don't see the point anyway.  There's another kind of fake, too.  The kind of fake when people are just pure fake to your face.  They'll pretend to be your friend, act nice, be friendly, smile, but they really don't even like you.  What's the point in that?  Why would you want to be around someone you don't even like and be fake to them?

I can't stand it.  At all.  Not one bit.

Then, another little tangent off of fake people is when people play both sides.  That's fake, too.  I hate when people play both sides.  They're too much of a pansy to just pick a side and defend that side.  So, they just play up both sides and hope nothing happens to them.  Guess what?  Enemies DO talk.  We WILL find out that you're being fake to everyone.  Then what?  Then you'd be screw.   But hey ... this is just hypothetically speaking of course... right? ;)

You know it's bad when you break down in class...

I'm usually pretty in control of my breakdowns when I need to be.

By that, I mean, if I'm crying in the car on the way to school, I'll control it and turn it off.  Then, I'll walk into school, act normal and happy and stop crying.  I do this often, to be honest.  Cry my ass off in the car, then get out, wipe my face, straighten up and go to school as if the last 10 minutes didn't just happen.  

Not today.  Today was different.

I got out of the car, still crying, couldn't help it.  Just kept crying.  I went into school, still crying.  It was more of a teary-eyed, letting a few tears fall down my face type of cry.  Not a wailing, bawling cry.  But whatever.  I go into my first period, still crying.  I wiped away my tears and just sat there with my head hung low.  After a few minutes of that, a friend walks in and walks over and hugs me.  After they simply said my name is a sad, concerned tone, I immediately broke down.  Full-on, loud, bawling tears.  I couldn't even control it.  Once it started, I just had to let loose.  Of course, this is after everyone's in class.  We left and went to the bathroom and I cried there some more and fixed myself up.  (Thank goodness for waterproof make-up; no, seriously.) 

I went back to class and surprisingly, nobody said anything to me.  I kind of appreciated it.  I wondered if anyone said anything.  I wonder if people even talked about it.  I mean, it's not every day some kid randomly breaks down.  Especially when that kid is ME.  By that, I mean, I'm usually the smiley, laughing, giggly, giddy, out-going, loud, seemingly happy girl.  (I fake it well.)  Then to have me crying like a baby might have been an odd sight.  I don't know.  That's just what I would have thought.

*sigh*

Those freakin' demon dogs ...

So, I walk the neighbors' dogs for money...

I walk two dogs.  One is a full Yellow Lab.  The other is Yellow Lab & German Shepard mix.  They're big & strong & like to tug on the leash hard.  I, however, am scrawny, frail and weak.  I can't control them, but I try.  I only have to walk them for a half an hour and I get $10 each time.  It sounds good, right? 

... NO!!!!

These dogs are vicious.  They're way too strong for me and I can hardly control them, let alone walk them.  They're mean, too.  Not to humans, they're nice to people, yet viciously horrifyingly mean to other dogs... for no reason!!!  Just the other day, I'm walking them with a friend and they full on ATTACK this other dog.  It was HORRIFYING.  Then, we continue walking and they attack ANOTHER dog. >_<>

Then, today, I'm walking them and they have these special collars.  It's made of plastic and it has like pointy sort of inside so if they pull really hard, I can pull back and they're like "Hey, that kind of hurts, I should stop." So, they start to get out of hand and I pull back really hard.  One of their collars completely snaps and breaks.  The dog takes off running.  I took 10 minutes to finally catch the dog.  Then, I'm walking and they continuously tangle each other up and such.  It's just such a horrible hassle.  Then, I walk around in fear of other people walking their dogs and hoping to God that they don't attack or I can restrain them.

Then, earlier, I go to get them and forget I'm wearing shorts instead of pants.  They MASSACRED my legs with scratches.  I mean, each one stings and is in need of Neosporin.  So, it may seem bad now, right?  Yeah, it is.  Unfortunately, it's my only source of income.  And making $10/30 min. just sounds good... :/  FML.