Chiquita on Things I Hate.

I hate it when people touch me that aren't somehow close to me. Like this kid that sits behind me in my first hour. He touches my hair, and squeezes my shoulders, and he's just sort of annoying and I don't know where he got the idea that its ok for him to touch me.



I hate it when people smoke cigarettes around me. I hate the smell of cigarette smoke. My mom just got a new car, and she told me she wasn't going to smoke in it. That vow lasted a whole three weeks. All of my clothes smell like smoke, and our house smells like smoke. Christ, our new cat Duncan even smells like smoke. Its disgusting.



I hate it when I'm really proud of something I've done, and people talk down to me about it. Example? I recently took up knitting, and I'm actually pretty good at it. I've never really had a hobby, or anything I am good at, so I was really excited when I picked it up. I told my boyfriend that he was going to be really proud of me when he saw how good I was doing. When i took it to his house to show him, he said, "knitting is the most unattractive thing i have ever seen you do." Ouch, right? Not gonna lie, I kind of wanted to cry. I just acted like I didn't care what he thought, but I was actually pretty offended.



I hate it when people say they will do something and then they don't do it. This is pretty self explanatory. If you don't really want to do it, then say you don't. Mom, do you want to take me to a Disturbed concert for my birthday? Sure Honey!!! Then not take me, not cool. Just say no, i don't like Disturbed, how about Taylor Swift?



I hate it when people spread rumors. I recently learned that there are some down right false, and rather outrageous rumors going around about me. An example being that I took part in getting some girl kicked off of the volleyball team. I won't lie to you, I'm not very involved in my highschool. I don't have that many friends at Kennedy. That being said, I don't know anyone on the volleyball team. I could name one person, and that would be more boyfriend's little sister.



I hate when I can't sleep. I'm a very restless person. My mind runs constantly, and I sometimes just can't shut it down so I can go to sleep. Take tonight for example. I had the sudden urge to do some spring cleaning of memories I no longer care about. I had an entire cardboard box full of old notes from middle school and my freshman year, a bunch of random nic-naks that at some point meant something to me. I hauled the box out of the closet, went through the whole thing, and threw out just about everything. It's after 11. Probably not the best time to do that.

I hate it when I can't think of anything to blog about. I think about it all the time, and when i come up with something, I normally write down the blog and type it up later. But then there are other times when I can't think of anything at all and I sit at the computer browsing the internet trying to come up with ideas of something to blog about. It's annoying. Consider this a shout-out to Lisa O'Neill for giving me this idea.