Pet Peeves

So let me start this off by saying that as unsurprising as it is, it cracks me up that nobody has read my blog yet. Oh well....
Okay, so I've been thinking a lot lately about what bugs me. The list is long, but I will try to keep it short and sweet. I'll start with girls. I love the ladies, but there is nothing I hate more than when girls lie and pretend to be interested when they really aren't. A lot of them do this because they "care too much to hurt your feelings". Fuck you. If you don't like me, tell me. I'll get over it. I hate to tell you, but your feelings for me are not the number one topic on my mind. Next, I hate prejudice. For example, I have been giving tours at my high school to incoming freshman for the past couple days. I'm good at it too. I'm articulate, likeable, and concise. What irritates me is when a kids' parents look at me and decide that I am not the one the want touring their kids around, simply because I wear earings and have facial hair. Nevermind my 3.98 gpa or my perfect score math SATs. Some parents are so ignorant that they wish to ignore these facts. I don't mean to seem arrogant, but who's reading this anyway? This is just my way of venting, a form of therapy if you will. I'll be back soon, I actually am starting to enjoy this

Something New

So I doubt anyone is going to read this, but its worth a shot. I have never kept a blog before. Hell, I couldn't keep a journal when I was younger, what makes me think I can keep one now. My motivation to attempt this is college. I found a website that awards a 10,000 dollar scholarship every year to some high school blogger around the country. My odds are slim, but thats a lot of money and its worth a shot.

Yes, college is just around the corner. Its a little overwhelming. I'm a seventeen year old kid, I'm ready to leave. At least thats what I keep telling myself. My parents are such pains in the ass about it, my mom is the one who insisted that I start this blog. Then she found it necessary to veto everything I thought of for a title. Classic parents. I love them but I'm ready to get out of here. I don't know if this is the type of thing that is expected to be posted on this forum, but its worth a shot.

Time for the movies: Inglorious Basterds. Peace