I hate people that...

• insist on speaking another language to me when I've stated multiple times that I do not understand the language
• insist on disagreeing with something
• are close-minded
• people who dismiss my choices

I guess what I'm trying to get at is that sometimes, people really fucking annoy me.

Take an example that happened - oh, maybe two minutes ago? Probably three.

I've carpooled with this one girl for the past two years. I have not liked it.
To be more fair than I feel like being, it's probably not her fault. Mostly. I always feel unreasonably intimidated (not physically.) when I'm with her, because she seems to just be better.
Actually, who knows? Maybe those kinds of people do go out of their ways to cultivate their reputation like that.
I don't particularly care.

Anyway, her mother has been calling mine. (I'm out of town in Boston for a program, so I've been really busy.) My  mom just called her back. It turns out that she wants to carpool next year AGAIN, despite the fact that she (the girl) has a car and was supposed to be getting her own ride to school (again, really don't care.).

What she says now is that she wants to carpool, for reasons unknown.

She then proceeded to promptly dismiss one of my elective-electives (it doesn't even count as a class; it's a PSAT prep class that's an hour before school actually starts.) as 'stupid and pointless, it won't help [her] at all'.
Now, granted, I am in a fairly rigorous out-of-school SAT prep class (it's freaking good too.), my auto-response was 'what the fuck?'.

I think I'm granted to it.

What the fuck? Who the fuck is she to judge anyfuckingthing I want to do?!?!?!?!

Yeah.

It's really fucking annoying though, not to mention that it hurts. I guess it's something between 'do I really deserve that sheer lack of thought before blurting some random shit out?' and 'are my decisions really that bad?'.

Buuuuuuuuuuut anyway. On to dinner.

Sorry...

Okay, this isn't fair.
I've been telling myself and telling myself that I'll be posting more often, but I think now is going to be when it starts.
NOTE: From here on out the topics are going to be so diverse (ranging from my life [and problems, of course. What else is an online journal for? ^^ ] to me raving about Japan and Japanese [total Japanophile here. Explanation later.] to possible reviews and such things) that they may possibly give you whiplash.
Don't say I didn't warn you!

Birthdays.

I'm so conflicted about these.
On the one hand- it's just simply nice.
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I'm sure there are more reasons, that will hopefully be coming soon...


Why I don't like them:
They're awkward. Unpleasantly, uneasily, awkwardly awkward.
I get the requisite phone calls (from across the world, three or four countries, actually). I do not like phone calls; I mentioned it earlier. I severely dislike phone calls, because THEY ANNOY ME. I am painfully awkward over the phone, and when it's a giant mass happy birthday whoo call, I freeze a little and stammer thanks and all that stuff.

I get the cards, mailed in from again, all over the world. They are all always generic, with a signature and maybe a little message. Oh, wait- sometimes it's not even a card. I got an EMAIL as a happy birthday wish. Not an e-card, either, which might have been remotely close to passable. I got a lovely three-line email, signed 'The ------ family'. I thought it was a little substandard...but who am I to be vaguely affronted?

Cake-cutting. Let me just say it again. Cake-cutting.
:sigh:
Again, how must I put it...it's awkward. People sing (and 99 times out of 10 [quoting a teacher of mine!] they're out of tune, offkey, or both), you stand and smile and pose for the cameras (because there have to be cameras), and if you haven't picked out the cake yourself, it won't be to your taste.

I know this for a fact, since mine is today :]
I had a horridly surprising yet well-meaning surprise cake-cutting on Saturday with a picnic of family friends and- hold on. Wait.



Never mind. I like birthdays.

Frustration

It's driving me mad. Yes, I'm aware of how British that sounds. But summer's almost over, and while I'm excited for next year, I'm not that excited for school.

More importantly, to me right now, my iTouch is dead and I seem to have lost the charger. Ugh, I'm just frustrated that all of my notes (and therefore, stories/fanfictions that I've written there) are STILL inaccesible for about "5 to 7 business days" from yesterday.

I'll probably update again in a few hours, after dropping by the library (picking up holds and dropping stuff off...) and hitting the gym. I do so wish I had a punching bag at home- and I'd know how to use it properly, I'm in martial arts...