Shut the Fuck Up

Time = 1:32

Mood = Pissed

Music = Fuck You by Lily Allen

What I SHOULD be doing = I dunno.. sleeping?

Random fact about me = I happen to really like random facts.

Okay. So, here's the thing. There are some things that I can tolerate more than others. People dumping their problems on me? Yeah, that's actually one of the lesser things. There are two things that bug me more than anything else, and that make me want to fucking throw my computer through a window.

Self-centered fuckers, and Judgemental fuckers.

I feel like, if you're gonna think something about somebody, than you should at least have the guts to talk to somebody about it directly. Okay, so that being said, I feel like this blog is a little bad, but at the same time, this is my filter. This is where I put the stuff that I would never actually say out loud to anybody because even though I'm thinking it, I still value their tiny little egos and minds. (Okay, so their egoes aren't that tiny).

These people are the ones who look at a situation, form an opinion, and keep it entirely to themselves, only to discuss it with a bazillion third parties, thus starting rumors and leaving the subjects of said rumors feeling entirely violated. Stupid bastards.

Like, I've got some friends who went out to have a good time. Without Alcohol. Sugar and caffeine goes a long ways, yo. So some girls from our building spot them, and are like "Oh Mai GAWD they are SOOOOOO Drunk! AND they're TOTES driving drunk! Oh Mai. Fecking. Gawd (only they wouldn't say feck or gawd because they're too PERFECT)". So what do they do? Rather than stopping these supposedly drunk girls from getting back on the road, they LET THEM LEAVE, and then return to inform their RA, who in turn informs my friends RA who is like "WTF these girls would NOT be drunk".

Long story short, when my friends came back, they tried to set the story straight, but these fuckers wouldn't listen! They STILL think my friends were/are drunk, even though they couldn't be more sober if they were DEAD.

So then, we're just chillin' trying to debrief in my lounge, when ..um... what's her name.... Whiny. Whiny comes into the lounge and essentially tells us to shut up because her sleep is more important. I understand that. So I tried to diplomatically explain the situation to her. With no avail. She just didn't listen, and continued to go on and on about how she needed to sleep and we should go talk elsewhere. Like... dude. It's a fucking public lounge. We're allowed to fucking talk where we want to. If you're so sensitive that you can't sleep, buy a fucking pair of headphones, you idiot. Yeesh. Right there. Self focused.

These two (groups) of people that I just discussed have one thing in common. They have their heads shoved so far up their asses that they have no idea what's going on around them. They also have no idea that their behavior makes Everybody hate them.

Oh yeah, they're a great piece.