Hatelist Dec 14, 2001

I know its been awhile, but I'm not in highschool anymore, so it just doesn't matter. Oh those days of making people mad, and influencing your thought, even if just to the slightest degree. 5 months gone and First off, billabong means waterhole. So sorry to dissapoint you who thought it dealt with the reefer. Second, yeah, Canada is a pretty fucking useless country, and everyone from there is creepy. Here are some things I hate, besides all you padestrian, two faced, meaningless classes of 01'-05' who OH MY GOD are so much more impressionable than I could ever give you credit for, and would do whatever the fuck TRL says if it would give you a lunch period of popularity. Girls who don’t play padidle. Girls who in groups of 2 or more are too god damn cool for the room, despite however many months/years from getting their licenses, ugly, young, and annoying they are to any eyes and or ears that may have the unpleasureable experience of coming in contact with them. Fucking 12 year olds! No..I didn’t mean I hate fucking 12 year olds….not that I like it….I, I hate 12 year olds. Dammit. I hate little blonde kids with glasses, that walk like a cripple who try to game on the girls I’ve talked to and or dated, by talking to them on AIM. I hate when boyfriends find out about me. I hate when people pull out in front of you from a driveway or street, and drive fucking slow as hell. GOD….HATE!! THEM! I hate double lined roads. I hate when I have to do a project from 4:30pm-6am, sleep from 6-7 and go to school at 8. However, I do enjoy code red soda, papa johns cheese bread, and GETTING DENIED AT THE DOOR OF DAVE AND BUSTERS. Cocksucker! Those bastards! I’ll just spend my $13 elsewhere! I hate when hott girls bum to class. But I like when hott girls bum to class, and are STILL hott! I hate when hott girls wave to you in your car when you can’t follow them, EX: you’re at an intersection, you go straight and they are turning left. I hate when when I have a wallet full of fake money, but can’t ever find hookers to spend it on. I swear to god there are no hookers on brookpark dan, you fucking liar! I hate that the Amherst cheerleaders are so hott, but you must stay behind the fence. I hate the no touching rule at silverhorse. I hate the kid who answers all the questions and acts like the teacher is only talking to them. I hate when the new Chinatown buffet reheats the sugar biscuits, and they are stale. Ok, I am not writing I hate anymore…just know I hate. I hate dropping change in the car, cuz it always drops in that fucking spot between the driver side and the console that you have to GET OUT, and push the seat forward, stick your head underneath and find it, then you get that seat oil on your fingers. Only having the 7 quarters for the car wash, and after putting 6 in, the last one is a canadian quarter that DOESN’T FIT IN THE FUCKING MACHING…so you have to wait til someone drives up so you can ask them to borrow a god damn quarter because the machine doesn’t give you your fuckin money back. When gas goes up the day you’re on “E”, assholes!....they know when we run out! Showing up to the party at 1am because blockbuster doesn’t close until 12 in the damn morning, despite the fact that only 4 people come in after 10Pgod damnM. Oh….I hate it because all the drinks, weed, and most girls are gone. That I want to go skiing on my birthday, but its not gonna snow til February. When those stupid ass automatic flush toilets flush in the middle of taking a shit. OR as you are sitting down, OR getting up. Water….splashes….god!! DIRTY! When jeff grabs my jersey as I try to run past him, or kicks me to tackle me. You pumped up pussy bastard. It ain’t rugby bitch! Getting Mono twice. When I get ripped off on my birthday and Christmas because my birthday is DECEMBER 20th(makes checks out to Jason Andres). When you wait in line at taco bell for 30 minutes at 1am, and they forget to give you some fuckin food, and you have to wait all over again!! SHIT!! When I get caught cheating on a quiz, and could end up getting suspended for 2 years. When I run out of things to write so I have to quit 400 words after you stopped reading this pile of horseshit.

I apologize to God, Jeff, Canadians, and Aussies. On a side note, fuck Jeff, Canada, and Australia
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