HeyHiHello, Today I’m going to share with you a few hopes I have. I tell everyone that I don’t really feel hopeful about things because I fear everyone is going to laugh basically. However, there are a few things that I hope to achieve, some a little more impossible than others but hey, they are my dreams.
I wish I was happy. I tried this for a whole week recently, a whole week of positive thoughts. It worked quite well, I started listening to happy songs again but I’m naturally not a totally cheery person, which really isn’t nice. Some people just get happiness, it’s the way they are. I have to work really hard for it. I’m naturally incredibly pessimistic.
I wish someone to fall truly, madly, deeply in love with me. That would be so awesome. Again, some people are just naturally (or not so naturally) beautiful and flirty and drop dead gorgeous. They get guys thrown at them like roses. Unfortunately, I’m not one of these people. I actually have to make my personality shine through like a fucking big ray of sunshine, that is also hard, because I’m half insane. So looks like I’ll stick to being a Zo and Zo alone.
I wish to learn piano. Unfortunately, I’d feel a bit stupid getting lessons. So it wont ever happen. I’d love to be able to play some of the music I listen to myself. It would be wonderful. Not to mention when me and my friends go into music shops I could randomly start playing a tune on the piano and be treated like God for the rest of the day.
I wish I could patch things up with Lucinda. I don’t think I ever will to be honest, I think she refuses. She used to be like one of my top best friends at school. And just one of my top best friends in the world anyway. I don’t think she thought of me the same but oh well. Doesn’t matter. She was my best friend who I could have an insanely good laugh with and share everything with. She also inspired me to do well at school, which didn’t work as I rarely turned up. And after we fell out, I never turned up and still don’t. True story.
I wish I could patch things up with Dexter. The story behind this is long and unimportant. But if I could make things just the same as September 2009, Exactly the same I would. There’s some parts of this story that I would like to express over the internet but that would be picking a fight with someone (Who isn’t Dexter) and telling them exactly how I feel. And how much I secretly HATE them. Its like the story, everyone has a friend who they don’t really like. Well, thats YOU.
Today, I’m going to write a rant on things that I absolutely despise. This is a long list so I’m going to narrow it down to the things that you may find slightly more entertaining.
I hate people who think they are the bee’s knee’s. Think that absolutely everyone is their best friend, when thats clearly not true. These people are very bitched about when they are not around. All of their friends actually have a secret hate club for them which even the mums join. People like this actually fail so much and don’t even realise it, It’s people like this I hate.
I hate sundays. It’s a horrible day, there is nothing to do except either study or do nothing. Nowhere is open for a long enough amount of time to make it worth visiting, buses are less frequent and sometimes non-existent and the same goes for trains. It’s just a no go. Sundays are best spent watching films and preparing for the gloom of the week ahead.
I hate phone calls. Phone calls are just the worst thing in the world, the conversation is awkward and pointless, unless you are meeting up with the person in a few minutes time or something similar. The only person I can stand to have a conversation with on the phone is Dexter because it is always a flowing conversation about how his house is haunted or something similar.
I hate when it is cloudy but not rainy. I love the rain aslong as it is really heavy and guarenteed to get you soaked. I love the sun as long as it means I can go outside in a tee, shorts and flip flops. I love the snow because it is a novelty, even though winter 09/10 took it a little to far. However, I don’t like days where the temperature is too cold for flip flops and too hot for coats. These days are pointless and bring nothing to the world other than utter disappointment.
I also really hate people who post all of their life problems over facebook. I also hate it when they argue back with ‘Well you obviously don’t have any problems so stfu’ I have plenty of problems, some are actually pretty serious but because I don’t want everybody and their mum knowing about it, I keep it to myself, or tell Wozza. I don’t tell anyone else unless it actually involves them.
I hate people who try to be smart and fail epically. Especially if they are trying to outsmart me. This doesn’t need much explaining.
I also hate when people who make unnecessary bitchy comments. This happens to me alot and the culprit is always the same person. They think they are being absolutely hilarious when they come out with something as witty as ‘Why would I worry?’ or ‘Not really’ or ‘Do you think anyone here cares?’ but really they are being about as witty as the rotten vegetables in my neighbours garden. They just make a fool of themselves and the person they are insulting, it makes conversation sufficiently awkward and makes me very annoyed.
I hate when I don’t get replies to texts that obviously ask for a reply. The only exception to this rule is people who still have credit phones but anyone with unlimited texts have no excuse.
I hate annoying drunks. I also hate stupidly, stupid drunks. I may have been one myself once but I didn’t make the mistake to do it over and over again. Some people drunk are just generally not even funny, they just say mean things and make a mess for a laugh. These people are stupid. I also hate being a drunk person looking after drunker people, the responsibilities of it ruins the fun of being a drunk person.
I also hate wasps. It’s a phobia more than a hate. They’re stupid and unnecessary and have stingers. Need I say more?