pet peeves
1. i absolutely cannot stand listening to people eat. whenever food makes an appearance there must be noise to accompany it. so loud restaurants like applebees and fridays are good. dinner with my parents and aunt trudy last week reinforced this. i almost smacked all of them. (well not my mom, didn’t notice her eating, really just my aunt)
2. i cannot stand people chewing on ice. i know i do this as well and i’m now trying not to, as not to annoy others. it is especially bad at work in the break lounge because it’s quiet in there, and people sit around me and chew ice and it drives me nuts.
3. people obsessed with me. now this guy at work follows me around. well as much as possible when we’re not on the same break schedule. but if we are on the same break, he’ll sit next to me all the time. stand behind me if i’m on a computer. and sometimes he won’t even talk, just stand there. which is almost better because he is so obnoxious and sounds like a muppet. and i found out the other day, he talks about me to other people all the time. on top of that, he’s married to a cocktail waitress. and fat and completely unattractive. not that being skinny and attractive would make it any better. he is also one of the most ignorant people i know. arg i just want people to leave me alone.
4. the girl upstairs has become a big annoyance, and not just the sex thing – because most of the time i’m at work and since the new years eve incident, there hasn’t been an issue. but she is just so loud on the stairs, and of course she is always walking around on the stairs when i’m asleep. this is the main reason i want to maybe possibly buy a house. i am so tired of having neighbors in the same building.
5. people bugging me about boyfriends. look, i don’t date, period. i know people, aside from mike, cannot even begin to comprehend that, but it’s not fun, and i’m completely not interested. this does not make me gay. i don’t like girls either. i hate everyone ha. that would make me asexual. so don’t ask me out, don’t ask me for the 100th time if i’ve found a boyfriend yet, don’t ask me if i’d date you if you weren’t married. this one especially goes out to one of the asian bacc players, and mr c.p. the one who wanted to take me to las vegas for the superbowl (dear god he makes me so uncomfortable). again. just leave me alone.
6. people calling me kid/kiddo or any other form of the word. i find it insulting.
7. gambling stories. i really don’t care if you had pocket aces and got boned on the river. i don’t care about the time you had 100 bet up and caught a blackjack. or the time you were up 10k and lost it all back. i see it every day of my life, and no gambling story you can tell me will be something new. we can talk about gambling, or what i do, but please limit the stories.
i think i’m done. i’ve got the worst headache, started last night listening to coast to coast am (ironically while they were talking about earthquake “sensitives” who get headaches 72 hrs before earthquakes) and it did not go away while sleeping – i slept really badly too, no thanks to girl upstairs.
oh…at work i ran into someone from high school…didn’t know he was from HS, i didn’t recognize him but he did me and mentioned it. talking with him about old teachers i bring up my landlord who used to teach senior math. he said, yeah he’s my neighbor…i look at him, and was like “so you are my neighbor too” lol. he lives in the apt building on the other side of my driveway. small world. our 10 year reunion is this year, it’s being planned on myspace apparently to be a weekend event with bar hopping, dinner, and a picnic. i still don’t know if i’m going to attend. as he said, the people from HS i want to see, i still talk to. i can only think of 2 or 3 people i’d want to see, who disappeared, like emily meyer and i’m not sure she’d be the type of person to go.
i dreamed about trying to get into the aud with danielle. well…we were down there for some reason and i was explaining how you CAN’T get in anymore because they added the 2nd garage door etc etc etc. then it started pouring so i was walking to my car. a guy walked out onto a balcony of the aud (?) and i thought, wow they have a guard inside now, good thing we didn’t go in. then i was trying to drive home and the buffalo streets were all weird. i ended up near the baseball stadium which was now called Rangers field, but looked like Wrigley. then i kept rearending this car in front of me because my brakes weren’t working, but the people were asian and couldn’t speak english and didn’t know they were supposed to pull over to look for damage. so we kept driving while i was trying to get them to pull over. then i got rearended by a motorcycle. finally we pulled over and cops were magically there, and also magically i had a non expired registration with me (my real one, i can’t find, i only have the one that expired in june).