I hate when people try to one-up you with politeness. Specifically in regard to driving–there’s a three way stop at the entrance to my apartment complex, and I hate when I face off with another car and I wave them along because they were there first, but they just wave right back at me for me to go. First of all, it irritates me when people go out of turn at a three way stop, but second of all, what’s the POINT? Just GO. I waved you along! I’m letting you go first! Why can’t you just smile and move along? It doesn’t make any sense.
The snake house. Isn’t it pretty?
I miss living in a sorority house. I lived in my sorority house for half of my junior year and all of my senior year, and even though it sucked ass at times (like when I was really sick and fighting with one of my three roommates, or when one of my sisters found a mushroom growing at the base of the downstairs toilet…), for the most part it was a blast. There was always some sort of shenanigans going on, and I was really lucky that my roommates and our bathroommates had essentially no drama or major living issues.
I think I’m mildly narcoleptic. I mentioned before that I’m kind of a hypochondriac, but I think there is something to this one. I can pretty much fall asleep any time, anywhere, and I sometimes get outrageously tired out of nowhere to the point that I can barely hold my head up or keep my eyes open. There is probably a part of me that subconsciously thinks narcolepsy is sexy, but seriously, sometimes I wish I could just fucking stay awake like a normal person.
I like strange dogs more than strange people. I go for walks on the bike path near our apartment a lot, and I hate the awkward unclear etiquette of the bike path. Should you smile/wave/nod at every single person you pass? Some people completely pretend like they don’t even see you, which I think is kind of rude, so I usually try to at least give a little nod or smile, especially since I see a lot of the same people there because I go a lot. But I always feel a little awkward about greeting strangers on the bike path or out in public in general–unless they are a dog. I always smile at dogs in public, and my attitude toward dogs I don’t know is a lot more laid back and friendly than it is toward people I don’t know. I’m a little socially inept, but I’m a dog person…what can I say.
I do not like Michael Jackson. Not even a little bit. I’ll listen to “Thriller” at a Halloween party, but that’s about the extent of it. (I do like The Jackson Five, though. How could you not?)