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I think I’m the kind of person that pisses my classmates off. I don’t really know how they could have voted me to be a representative of year 11 in the student council when I’m really very annoying.

I eat in class. Really loudly I think. This morning, while my English extension teacher was rambling on about Medea, the super crazy, infanticide committing, psycho bitch from hell, I was eating an apple really loudly and distracting people. I can’t help it if apples aren’t satisfying if you don’t get a good crunch when you bite into them! I eat crackers in French and I’m sure my French teacher shoots daggers at me with her eyes while I get crumbs all over the table and floor.

I talk really loudly, and often about things people don’t care about. Sometimes I will say the stupidest things in class and I will get dumbfounded stares from everyone. Sometimes I fangirl really loudly in class. That is, instead of reading Jane Austen’s Emma, I read Potato magazine instead and freak out when I see a really nice photo shoot. I might exclaim “OH MY GOSHHHH. SO CUTEEEEEE” and disturb everyone.

I sniffle a lot. I really, really can’t do anything about this in the middle of winter when I have a runny nose apart from blow my nose every two minutes, but that just makes my nose hurt. My friends find it the most annoying sound and often tell me to shut up even though I can’t!

I’m deaf. Or at least, I’m always asking “Sorry, what was that?” and making people repeat things so often that they get angry. Sometimes I eavesdrop and think I hear the most ridiculous things. I’ll ask “Did you just say, you like to eat your furry dog head?” when they really said “It’s a pity that they’ve gone so far ahead” or something boring like that.

I ask for help. A lot. I’m always stealing people’s notes and asking them how they got the answer. They have to put up with me freaking out in frustration over some stupid calculus differentiation quotient rule crap or a grammar point in French that is hard to wrap my head around.

I suppose, what I’m trying to say is, I’m very annoying, and I’m sure I can be just as annoying online as I am at school. So thank you for being patient with and putting up with me. It makes me happy at the end of the day to know that my awfully annoying habits haven’t driven you away!

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I had the worst night at work ever. Doing the close shift on a Saturday night anywhere just plain sucks. I was attacked by flannel wearing (ARGHHHHHH) teenagers who tried to steal my mop and I got out of work half an hour late. Suffice to say, I wasn’t quite happy when my dad picked me up.

Then all of a sudden, he says “If we had a telescope, we could see the stars up close. And the flying rocks.”

“Um, what flying rocks?”

“You know, the flying rocks. The ones that move at six hundred kilometres an hour,” He chuckles, and hearing my dad laugh is a mood lifter. I’m pretty sure he was talking about asteroids, but trying to correct my dad is impossible, because he’ll just keep calling them flying rocks no matter what.

“And you know, the moon is really cold, it’s all ice.”

“Dad, I don’t think the moon is ice. It’s just a big rock. Why, do you want to go to the moon?”

“Why would I want to go to the moon? You can’t breathe on the moon!” He does his cute chuckle thing and then says “You know, you have to wear special suits so you stay warm, and you can turn yourself upside down!” He laughs like a child chasing a butterfly and I know my bad mood has drifted away because of random space talk from my father. Ain’t no yobbos wearing flannel going to spoil my entire night anymore.

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Normally I don’t give a damn about what other people are wearing unless it’s… questionable (Like the kind of outfits I see on Go Fug Yourself but on people that I actually see in person, and not celebrities) or if it’s just one of those things I can’t stand to see in public. Like people who wear ugg boots with their jeans tucked into them in broad daylight. Or crocs. They’re a kind of visual pollution by themselves. After I see these items, I kind of lose it and instantly start thinking shallow and very nasty thoughts about people I don’t even know. Which makes me a bad person, but at least I don’t say to them “I think your ugg boots are really ugly, and you shouldn’t ever leave the house with your jeans tucked into them like that,” right???

Lately flannel has joined my list of items I never want to see people wear outside of their houses. How can something that looks like that suddenly be so fashionable among teenagers and therefore, everywhere? Everyone I ever see at work is wearing flannelette shirts (Sometimes paired with jeans tucked into ugg boots, so it’s a double whammy). Some of them have their hair in pigtails, pitchforks in hand and their tractors in the car park. They all look like they come from a dinky little town with lots of farms and cows and… Oh wait. I do live in a dinky little town with lots of cows so it kind of makes sense but it’s UGLY AND WHY ARE PEOPLE WEARING IT WHEN IT MAKES THEM LOOK AWFUL TOO? (I really don’t say this stuff out loud. I’d have been bashed by flannel wearing delinquents by now.)

I don’t like being superficial! I don’t! It distracts from what’s really important… Like fangirling. Please excuse me while I go squee over something pretty to expel the images of flannel-sporting teenagers from my brain.

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