Pissy Days Ahead

Urgh. Today has been simply horrible. Firstly, the SYF report card... Gold. After all the effort, time, practices... Gold. Its like scoring 98 upon 100, and the teacher deducts 2 marks for a spelling error. The pain goes deep, especially since you were an inch away from your goal, and its due to minisule stuff like that. Simply irritating. Infuriating. You simply want to scream " Can't you see past the really teeny stuff and just give it to me for all the effort?!" But NOO. So we are stuck with this until 2 years later. Bah. Adults.

I started compiling this list of things which make me really angry and they are, in NO PARTICULAR order:

1. People who make disparing comments about others, and mean to hurt. I can forgive you if it were an accident, or if you are by nature blunt and blur (like me), but to those idiots out there who want to harm my friends with your bloody sickening comments which you have absolutely NO right to give and is in NO position to give, I am so going to scream at you until you go deaf and wish feverently that you get a heart attack.

2. People, especially men, who do not have ANY cells of consideration. I know one (and a half), who are so helpful, they make robbers look like Mother Teresa. Honest. I mean, when you need to carry twelve chairs down some four floors and is in a rush, more hands make light work right? Yet they give me this "Huh, I need to do manual labour?" look and move so sluggishly, I think snails can outrace them. I shall not be biased and say that men should be doing ALL manual labour. In fact, I'm capable of my share of work, thank you very much, but how do you expect me to walk down eight flights of staires with six stacked up chairs? I do not have the right leverage!And what is it about men and tissue? I mean, your friend is crying and you are SOOO MANLY that you CAN"T offer her a packet of tissue!? WOW. SO MALE. Gross. They are so concerned about fitting the image of the male-hunter-predator-tough image that all their courteous cells die out. What happened to the gentlemen, or the friend? Extinct, I suppose.

3. Spam. Its such a pain. I have to constantly clear my inbox or it just accumulates, with no end in sight! Argh! It just creeps up at you, constantly, never-endingly.... AHHHH!

I just relised that I can go on and on and on... except that I would become incresingly frustrated and most probably will be unable to sleep tonight. Sighx. Fine I shall end here, to bask in the glory of Atobe in lalaland...