Annoying Things Part 1General Ways to Annoy PeopleAnnoying Things Part 17 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Accuse people of "glue sniffing addictions" in public.
2. Add blank entries to a list, to make it look like it's longer.
3. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way".
4. After visiting the local donut shop, sit on the floor cross-legged and insist in a childish
voice that you haven't received enough chocolate sprinkles.
5. Announce when you're going to the bathroom.
6. Answer every question with another question. As soon as one of you says a statement instead of a question, shout "I win!".
7. Any time a member of the opposite sex tries to talk to you, hold your hand up to prevent them from saying anything and say, "Look, I know what you're going to ask me... For the last time, no, I will NOT go out with you."
8. Arrive at a meeting late, say you're sorry, but you didn't have time for lunch, and you're going to be nibbling during the meeting. Then eat raw potatoes.
9. As much as possible,
Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.Like Twilight? Don't Read.7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, just like an ADD kids collection of shiny objects.
So, this movie, you may wonder. If its based on a book that has girls screaming around the world and boys wanting to rip their own brains out through their nostrils, it must be good, right?
You could not be more wrong.
I seriously cannot stress how completely wrong you are.
Hogwarts ch1 I appsolutly hate having to be schooled. Though Dumbledore promised me a good education, that my wings wouldn't be a bother. I had very large heavy 'Angelic' wings. I could place them in my back like a tattoo, but they're still so long and large that the end-feathers pass my waist onto my bottom. I was able to live with humans, but I was miserable. That's when Ms.McGonagal and Pro. Dumbledore found me. They told me it would be a tough year because the ministry would be watching the school, but I didn't ask why.Hogwarts ch16 years ago in Teen More Like This
I told the professor that I'd be there on the first day. I had a suit case packed with everything I had and I was welcome to get medical help from both the Med staff and a... Hagrid? Magic creatures teacher... I had my wings in and had been ready five minutes before bording the Hogwarts train. I had a Bearded Dragon as a pet... but the thing is... it was in fact, Magical. It even breathed fire. I
The Motorhome DiariesOk, so I'm not too sure about this whole thing. This must be another trick my parents are using. Are they still trying to get my head to absorb the whole philosophy of 'The original is always worth more than the copy'? Are they attempting to corrupt my bliss in the commercialism of Easter? Is this some plot to undermine the normality of my childhood?The Motorhome Diaries10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I am standing here, barefoot on the linoleum flooring, anxiously attempting to catch a glimpse of the contents of my aluminum Easter pot. So many kids celebrate on Easter morning by going to see what life changing surprises are lurking under the sea of pastel-colored grass floating around in their Easter baskets. I should have realized by now, clad in cheetah pajama's, in a motorhome campground somewhere in Arizona, that I am not the stereotypical 10-year-old, that celebrates Easter 'normally'. Instead, I am the poster child of difference. Ok, well not quite that radical, but I am my parent's guinea-pig of their theory on building a child'