My Pet Peeves...

...are not so cute and cuddly as my other pets. In fact, my cats Gergi and Tiger are providing monumental amounts of comfort tonight as I sit here in bed stewing over the disappointments of the day. There is a large juxtaposition between the sharp, jagged edges of my mental maladies and the soft embrace of my feline friends.

Shall we list the causes of my frustration? Why yes! We shall!

First, I dislike not winning 370 million dollars. Weird huh?

Second, I dislike knowing that my parents are under great financial stress and I cannot help them. I further dislike knowing that I may soon have to get a third job to pick up the slack.

Third, I hate (ok, strongly dislike) group projects because invariably, at least 60% of the members do little to no work. And when they do accomplish said work it is often poor quality and demands much attention to bring it up to my standards so as not to pull down my grade. Arrogant much? Yes, but only because I know what needs to be done and care enough to put in the effort.

Fourth, while I completely respect the value of everyone possessing different opinions, I do greatly resent when a person of supposedly neutral authority (i.e. professor), expresses their individual opinion without regard to the fact that it is very influential. Especially when their opinion is controversial, ignorant, and posed as if based on scientific evidence when it is barely even a sound observation. I find this practice enraging and irresponsible.

Sigh, I also dislike knowing that I let my friend down because I cannot get off work to go on a spring break trip with her. I feel like a terrible best friend that has been cursed with eternal pathetic-and-loneli-ness.

Aren't I just a friggin ray of sunshine?!