People You Hate @ MindSay

as i'm searching around mindsay here, i'm finding a lot of lists of various things about people. so i thought i'd make my own list.

 

• my name is Becca.
• i absolutely abhor my middle name, Leah. it's pronounced like princess Leah in star wars.
• if i were a boy my name would be Moshe Chayim Zohar.
  
• i'm 14 years old.
• i hate it when people call me Becky.
• i'm Jewish.
• I'm Gay.
• i'm a fake. we all are.
  
• i'm a hypocrite. we all are.
  
• i have more relationship problems than you even know.
• i love to run.
• i want to be the best runner around but i know that i'll never get there.
• i'm a total slacker.
• i hold grudges. constantly.
• i have said "lol" in real life when i thought something was funny.
• my most embarrassing moment is a phone convorsation.
• i'm always thinking about my email.
• i have extreme self respect.
• i tend to overanalyze things sometimes.
• i've found that i really suck at talking to somebody i have a crush on.
• i hate scene kids.
• i hate emo kids. i wish they'd just kill themselves and get it over with.
• i hate when people dissapoint me.
• i hate it when people are angry with me.
• i hate it when i dissapoint others.
• i hate it when i find out that people can't trust me like i trust them.
• i can be a very trusting person.
• i've been called sweet.
• i've been mistaken for a boy all my life.
• i'm extremely self-concious.
• i tell people i don't care what others think about me but it's a complete and utter lie.
• i love movies.
• i hate it when people talk during movies unless it's an okay time to talk.
• i hate it when people bring their babies to places. anywhere.
• i constantly wonder if i'm popular or not.
• i constantly think of sex. like any other teenager.
• i wish i've done more drugs than i have.
• i want to have a job.
• i have hazel eyes.
• my hair color changes with the seasons and the lighting in the room. i don't even know what color it is.
• i tan easily.
• people have told me that i'm very courageous.
• i'm somewhat trilingual. that means i can insult you in at least 3 languages.
• i'm a fast sprinter. i suck at distance.
• i have a superbly obese sister. she doesn't look like it, but she is.
• i can honestly say that i hate my father.
• i told my mother i was gay and she didn't believe me. i was fucking pissed.
• i get angry easily.
• i want to be the type of person that people talk about being nice all the time.
• i want to be the type of person that people can count on.
• i want to be the type of person that people can trust.
• i need to paint my room some color but i don't know what.
• i used to be able to draw well. i can't anymore.
• i want to take sculpture. i don't want to take Art 1.
• i am fascinated with yearbooks. i collect them.
• i am fascinated with the sciece of sex.
• i took guitar lessons for a month and quit because the teacher creeped me out.
• i used to be in the choir in jr. high.
• i absolutely love Paris Hilton and everything she does. she's hilarious.
• i absolutely hate Nicole Riccie's face. she's so ugly.
• i've always been living in the shadow of my two older sisters.
• i don't know what i want to do with my life yet.
• i haven't actually 'come out'. i've just stopped denying it.
• i'm afraid to 'stop denying it' to one of my friends. i actually want to be friends with her and i know she'll have a problem with it.
• i'm still waiting for everybody to grow out of jr. high.
• i'm 5 feet 4 inches tall.
• i'm supposed to be 5 feet 5 inches tall when i stop growing.
• i have a fetish for asians.
• i have a fetish for cheekbones.
• i have a fetish for forearms.
• i have a fetish for hands.
• i have a fetish for shoulders.
• for collarbones.
• for backs.
• for legs.
• for ass.
• for ears.
  
• for stomach.
• for neck.
• for chest.
• for calves.
• and suprisingly not for feet. i find them utterly disgusting.
• i also have a fetish for people that think History is interesting.
• for people that are good at math.
• for girls that can sing.
• for runners.
• for tennis players
• for Brazil girls too.
• i find black girls incredibely unattractive. sue me.
• i love Bowling For Soup.
• i used to be in love with Weird Al Yancovic.
• i never fit in anywhere with my friends.
• i move around from group to group to group and i've never really fit in anywhere in any group in school. like i'm friends with the scene kids and the cheerleaders and the jocks and the grunge kids and the 'popular' kids and the smart kids and the losers and the seniors and the sophmores and the juniors and the upcoming fresmen for next year and the artsy kids and just everybody.
• i want to send in a secret to postsecret but i'm afraid that my friends will recognize my handwriting. or that they'll just kow it's me.
• i'm afraid to admit my mistakes.
• i'm incredibly honest.
• i hate lying.
• i hate liars.
• i even hate the word: lie.
• but i'm surprisingly good at it. out of everyone i know i'm the best liar.
  
• i don't have a best friend.
• i have in the past posed as somebody else online and given a fake email address. it was super fun.
• i'm paranoid. there's always somebody talking about me. always.
• i like camping.
• i like taking pictures.
• i care about pop culture and celebrity's lives.
• i don't like getting super dirty.
• i don't like swimming while camping.
• i have a small 2 inch black and white t.v. in my room that doesn't have cable.
• i love the Jerry Springer Show.
• i also love The Springer Hustle.
• my mother hates Paris Hilton.
• i like debating people.
• i hate it when people tell me i'm wrong.
• i have an odd sense of humor. or so people tell me.
• i find really corny knock knock jokes incredibly funny.
• my skateboard has lime green grip tape.
• i've been skateboarding for like 3 years now and i still can't ollie.
• i know i can fit in with this group. i'm positive.
• my birthday is July 30.
• i was born at 7:02 AM.
• i'm an avid myspacer.
• i've purposely started crap on myspace to prove that somebody isn't better than i am and that i'm better than her. i succeeded.
  
• i am seriously waiting for my dog to die.
• i tend the say the wrong thing at the wrong time. a lot.
  
• my favorite band of all time would have to be New Found Glory.
• i never dance unless i'm forced.
• i hate car adds.
• i love musicals.
• i actually like school.
  
• i will be the editor of the school year book. i will.
• my dad is homophobic.
• i have Trypanophobia.
• i play mind games with people all the time. it excites me. i love doing it.
  

 

i'll be adding onto this.

 

today's blog is about incredibly stupid people, and my thoughts about them.
quote of the day:  "fat, stupid people shouldn't be allowed to leave the house.  if you're fat and stupid, you should just be shot in the head."


I'm on one of those "I hate the world and everyone in it" moods...but it's one of the funny ones.
people are stupid, and they've pissed me off.
fuckin....in general dude.

can't drive, can't walk, can't decide which way to go, can't go one speed, randomly stop in the middle of my path of travel, don't listen, ask dumb questions, do stupid things, conveniently make my life just a bit harder.M):
I hate them.
no, people use hate too much...it's lost it's deep feelings....
hmm....
- all my life I've been searchin for somethin; something never comes, never leads to nothin says (6:49 PM):
mmmmmega-loathe?  there we go.

what spurred this burst of hate?
I've witnessed a lot of idiotic things today

such as?
inability to use either hemisphere of the brain correctly.

here's some touching synonyms for these people:
ass, fool, idiot, imbecile, mooncalf, nincompoop, ninny, nitwit, simple, simpleton, softhead, tomfool. Informal dope, gander, goose. Slang cretin, ding-dong, dip, goof, jerk, nerd, schmo, schmuck, turkey, and the one I've used most today, shouted at random at dumb people:   jackass.

I left at lunch...I had to get away from the large numbers of jackasses.

Sterling's always a jackass, so anything he says counts.

"did the dog cross the road?"    (less than 1 second later) "could you repeat that?"

people randomly walk really slow, then really fast in front of me.

people randomly cut in front of me in the store, I almost hit them.

people don't know how to walk in a straight line.

jackass mexican doesn't know how to drive

no one knows how to watch the road.

no one knows the speed limit.

I hate everything my mom says because it doesn't make sense.

I hate people at the checkout line who don't know how to ring up items.

I hate people who sit and stare at the latest Enquirer wondering whether or not they should buy it.

I hate people who stare at the gum rack.

I hate jackasses who call the people killed at Virginia Tech heroes, but that's a new rant in itself.


eh, what the hell, I've got time and motivation:
They are not heroes.  At all.  None of them.  Unless someone tried to tackle the dude and kick his ass, there were no heroes.  Dying in a tragedy does not constitute heroism.
he·ro (hîr'ō)
n., pl. -roes.

1. In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods.
2. A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life: soldiers and nurses who were heroes in an unpopular war.
3. A person noted for special achievement in a particular field: the heroes of medicine.

Does this sound like anyone who rather cowardly hid in the corner or stood in line and waited to die without even so much as flinching to save his own life or the life of others?  No.  In fact, the people I just described are not even close.  I have no problem calling the firefighters and policemen who selflessly ran into the twin towers to save others heroes.  Those are heroes.  Risking their lives to preserve maybe only one person's makes a hero.  To better someone else's life makes one a hero.

Standing around waiting to get shot does not.