Bitch, Please.

Oh boy folks. It's been a while yet again.  The end of the semester is getting cray-cray (as my favorite Kardashian would say).  I've been getting alot of positive feedback from my friends about the blog, so i guess that means i should stat trying to work it better into my schedule, huh? I deeply apologize.

Anywhonanny.  What's on the agenda today?  Bitches at the mall (or lifestyle center as my local shopping area is called.  it's outdoors and apparently that makes it quite the place to style your life instead of simply just shop).  Why is it so hard for people to say "excuse me?"  What makes you think it's your right just to shove your big ass in my way to look at the rack i happen to be looking at? WAIT YOUR TURN.  It's just plain rude. 

Maybe i should explain that where i'm from, there's a LOT of hoytie-toytie people with money.  Bitch, just cause you've got money does NOT mean that you can walk where ever you want.  You know what's even worse, the sales associate did the SAME thing today, jumping right infront of my sister as she's walking and didnt say a word.  Are ya kidding me?  You're lucky I didnt complain to your manager about how rude you are.  It's not my fault youre 40 years old and working for minimum wage, you don't gotta be rude.

Readers, you'll have to come experience it for yourself one day. This place is less than enjoyble sometimes.

Controversial...Watch Out.

Helllllo Followers! (All four of you, and some randoms who might stumble upon this).  Sorry it's been a while! This week was crrraazzzzyyy what with planning an entire week of sorority events and initiation and whatnot.  Also, it's been a while since anything significant has pissed me off (besides people, but if i blogged about people, it'd probably come back and bite me  in the ass cause there'd be evidence).  Anywho.

Here's my rant for the day, inspired from a recent tweet i saw on twitter.  Here's what i have to say.  I'm sure a lot of people agree that it's annoying when crazy, overzealous Christians don't mind their boundaries and try to shove their beliefs down your throats.  Now, I am Catholic and do have my own set of personal and religious beliefs, so i'm not trying to knock anyone, but this will probably offend some people.  But listen. I.Am.A.Woman. My body is my body.  Keep your FUCKING rosaries off my ovaries.  I'm not saying i'm pro abortion (i'm not really sure exactly where i stand on that. if i was put in that situation though, i'd probably like to at least have a choice), but where would i have the right to judge someone for their actions?  No one has that right except God (and that's about  as religious as this will get).  So what makes these radicals think they have the choice to protest in front of abortion clinics and what not and make women feel even worse off on top of the already painful choice they're making? 

Planned Parenthood is not an abortion clinic.  That is not their main goal.  Planned Parenthood provides medical exams, information, and birth control to young women or low income women (or any one who wants it frankly) who may not be able to afford the costs of a medical specialist.  Thousands of woman depend on Planned Parenthood's services to maintain safe and healthy lives.  Is it really so important to you to give up these women's rights to affordable health care by shutting down the entire operations of Planned Parenthood just because you don't agree with abortion?  Look at the bigger picture and think about what that would do.  People say women who get abortions are "selfish".  Well I saw it's pretty selfish to think that just because YOU can afford to see your ob/gyn that women who are not as well off should suffer.

You make your decision and let everyone else make theirs.  You attract more bees with honey than with vinegar.  Don't compare people who support abortion and Planned Parenthood to Hitler.  You sound like an idiot.  Thanks.

Writer's Block..

As some of you may or may not know, I fucking HATE writing.  I do.  This blog actually pains me to do sometimes, but it also acts as a sort of therapy I guess: an English major's rehabilitation into the writing world when for years she's be avoiding it like the goddamn plague. Bah! Gives me the willies just thinking about it.

Anywho, what's worse than writing?  Writer's block. Now, this seems to be a pain in the ass for everyone, even the most experienced writers.  But i feel that writer's block is no more horrible for anyone than for the reluctant writer. UGH.  I have to write this stupid paper (essay, blog, lesson) and i can't think of anything! Let's make matters worse on top of the fact that i alread despise everything that involves writing.  I have to say this is a true pain in the ass.

So, i guess this entry is kind of an oxymoron.  I say i have nothing to write about and yet i'm writing about something.  What i mean is that, nothing has pissed me off in the last few days to get my creative juices flowing and it BLOWS.

Hopefully something will come soon. Bear with me people!

That Bitch...

So, in accordance to this blog, I like to use the word "bitch" as a title for myself.  It's not derrogatory, but the truth about where i stand when i write this blog.  So it kills me to give my title to another girl, who was in fact being a traditional bitch, but there's nothing short of the c-word that i could use to call her.  Granted, I don't mind the word, but even my blogger fans probably aren't ready to see it on here...so here goes...

Someone, PLEASE, tell me what is with people who take other people's seats in a class?? Everyone knows the unstated rules:  you have the first day of class (maybe the second at the latest) to claim your seat. This is college.  We are all big enough to be responsible and know where we sit in a class room.  After those first two days of class, that's it.  That's your seat whether you like it or not.  If you move, you throw off at least three other people's seating arrangement and you will spend the rest of class getting nasty glares from those you screwed over.  Changing seats mid semester is possibly the easiest way to get total strangers to hate you in a class.

So this girl in my nursing class usually sits right in front of my best friend, who sits beside me.  Well, all of a sudden about two weeks ago, she decided she wanted to sit next to me, leaving no room for my friend. BITCH, THATS NOT YOUR SEAT, MOVE YOUR ASS.  Why!? You know you never sit next to me.  It's been six week with you in the same seat, now is NOT an okay time to decide you wanna switch.  I don't care if you normally sit the third seat back and now a seat is missing so you still wanna sit in the THIRD seat even though it's not the normal locale of your chair.  Stop looking at the numbers and start looking at the location.   You.Do.Not.Sit.Next.To.Me.  In fact, i don't want you to sit next to me because you're annoying and you whine.  You mess up my entire mood for the class.  So go back to your original seat and GET AWAY FROM ME.

Cyclists...

Yup, I'm about to hate on cyclists. Now, I will give worldwide bicyclists props for going green and preventing addtional fuel emmisions(here's lookin' at you, China) but, I've got some major bones to pick with the ones who are immediately in my vacinity...

I.hate.cyclists.  As I was walking home from class on Thursday, I saw this stupid kid riding his bike down Frederick...with his hands in his pockets, smoothly gliding down next to HoPie.  Tell me, hippie looking sir with your stragly blonde hair and chocolate brown courderoy suit jacket, am I supposed to be impressed by your impeccable sense of balance? No. You look like a douche.  Put your hands on the handlebars and stear. Are your hands cold? Buy some gloves. What the heck are you going to do if a squirrel suddenly jumps in your path, death look in his eyes, and says, "hit me, I dare you."?  Now, as someone who likes to be green, obviously this is a terrible thought for you.  So put your hands down and be ready for that moment, because before you know it, I'm going to start throwing squirrels into the street everywhere.

Also, cyclists who bike on the street: you are even more hated than said hippie cyclist above.  Get.Out.Of. My.WAY.  Listen, you gotta learn either to slow down and get over so I can pass your ass, or speed up enough so I don't catch you.  Pick one and do it.  Why do you have to hang around riiiiight next to my front bumper.  I know you know I'm there.  Your skinny little legs in your sperm-killing tight spandex shorts don't scare me.  In case you forgot, I'm the one driving the two-ton death machine.  Move it or lose it, pal.

Finally, the unicyclists on Millersville's campus who come out of the woodwork as soon as the weather warms up.  You are ridiculous.  If you can't keep your balance, you shouldn't be riding a unicycle.  Aka, get away from me, I don't want you falling on me because it seems like that's bound to happen everytime youre around.  Come back when you've mastered your craft a little more.  Kthanks.

Facebook...

Yeah, that's right.  My inspiration for the day is that stupid social networking site that we're all so addicted to, you'd think that we never got out of the house and had any real friends.  Before I get into my specified rant, let me just say: Why the hell are we so addicted to this shit?  How is Mark Zuckerberg doing this?! Is it really the fact that we're so nosy as a society that we NEED know what's going on in our friends lives at all times?  Or have we become a society of unconfident people who think that if someone doesn't know we exist at all times, even if it's just on the internet world, our lives have no meaning? Anyway, that's the normal worn-out bitching about Facebook, so here's what I'm actually interesting it bitching about today:

Bitches.On.Facebook.  And when I say bitches, I don't mean nasty girls who think they're the shit (though those girls make my face want to melt off.  Literally. My face.  It grows a personality and tries to run away to avoid looking at their shit.) In this case, bitches apply to males and females and refers to those people who only put up meloncholy statuses. WHY?! I don't wanna read about your shitty day, because, in fact, I had an awesome day and you're ruining my mood.  We all KNOW that you're just doing it to get sympathy, and yet, we, as the respective Facebook friends of said bitches, play into it. Why, people? Why do you feed into this?  What I've noticed lately is that whenever I post a happy status, or something positive, I rarely get a lot of comments or "likes".  But, as soon as I posted last week that I got a parking ticket, my shit blew up.  This is not a rare occurrance.  Whenever I post something negative or bitchy (yes, I do commit this crime.  Yes, I'm a hypocrite.  Suck it up.) people jump to 'console' me or comment. 

I feel like this is a trend.  People are totally only posting shitty statuses so others comment and they feel loved.  Bitches, gain some self confidence and quit your yakking.  Get off your Facebook, go work out or eat a gallon of fudge ripple ice cream, whatever floats your boat and shuts your mouth up.

Inspiration...

This video  is pretty much the inspiration for my blog. It's hilarious.  Originally viewed on Tosh.0 (which now that I think about it, I totally missed last night...something I severely hate) but can be found easily on YouTube by searching "Things I Hate".

I haven't left the house yet today, but am about to, so hopefully I'll come across something inspirational for later.

Hope you love it, bitches.