Some things that waste my time:
1) Facebook: I recently reactivated it. Deactivating it was the best thing that's ever happened to me because now I really couldn't care less if it's there or not. It wasted hours of my time which is just sad and pathetic. Hopefully, this hypocrite doesn't go right back to where she was before and use it constantly. Because honestly, it's a waste of your time.
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| ^^^Meet Kayba. Trying to teach her anything is a waste of time. I think she was oxygen deprived as a puppy; dumber than a box of rocks. A really large, lovable, happy box of rocks. |
3) Saving already dead people. I'm not saying don't save dying people. I'm all for getting someone with no pulse back. Its wonderful. But sometimes, I have to wonder. You're 96 years old, miserable, half conscious, and you eat, sleep, poop, and breathe out of a tube. I'm currently breaking half your ribs while the doctor is intubating and the nurses are faithfully shoving in the epinephrine and the atropine. Your children don't care enough to get a DNR. I mean I hate to just say oh saving lives is a waste of my time. It's not. At all. But saving really elderly already completely dead people and putting them on life support is incredibly sad. For crying out loud it's flat out unethical.
4) Stupid people. I'm serious. Stupid people are just a waste of time in general. Like I've said, a trillion times, you come in to the ER and we ask you what your EMERGENCY is and you say "I need a pregnancy test." You waste my time, we're going to waste yours. Plan on spending 4 hours in the ER chica. Think I'm kidding? I'm not. It's called an EMERGENCY department for a reason. Do NOT waste my time. And no, I will not get you your 7th little thing of orange juice. I love taking care of sick people, people that really need my help. I will clean up any mess you make, I will make your bed, I will get you whatever you need. But if you're going to be that selfish and stupid. No.
5) Beating around the bush. PEOPLE. BE BLUNT. For crying out loud. I could go on forever about this. All this does is put off the inevitable. Things aren't going to magically disappear or tell themselves. Save yourself some time, save other people some time, and just SAY it. Let's take relationships for example. If you are a man, and you like a girl, tell her. If you don't like her anymore, tell her. If you've been talking with said girl for awhile, but then you meet someone else you like more, tell her. No big deal, it happens. If you stop talking to a girl, cold turkey without blatantly stating why, she will think she did something horrifically wrong. Why don't you spare her the pain and over thinking by telling her exactly what you're thinking. Much, much, much easier. Same goes vice versa. Tell the man what you're thinking because frankly women are so emotional and flighty its impossible for a guy to tell when a woman is infatuated and when she really wants to date you. Don't lead 'em on and then beat 'em upside the head with a sack of truth bricks later. Life is too short to beat around the bush. It sucks telling people stuff they really don't want to hear. But ya know what? That's life. Life isn't fair. Don't make it any more unfair than it has to be. People can't read minds; SPEAK YOURS.
6) Deer tags. Seriously? I mean.. seriously? They are so overpopulated I don't think not having a tag for these people-killing-car-crushing creatures is going to hurt anybody. Let the hunters hunt. When the deer population gets dangerously low, go ahead and throw in the tags. But when a deer is running through the middle of a busy city and smashes into the ER waiting room windows like a bird, there's a problem. Don't give me that 'we're in their territory' crap. God put us above animals. God owns the Earth, he put us in charge of it, not the deer. Don't get me wrong. I love wildlife. I hate the city with a passion. I would rather my backyard be filled with a dozen deer than not. But we've shot all the cougars, all the wolves, and frankly there are no longer any natural predators for deer. The only natural predator is humans. Does the government regulate how many mice cats eat? Do they tell them they can only hunt those mice during this month for this long? I can understand not having open season all year for human safety, I mean lets face it, some people are idiots with guns. But at the same time.. seriously...let us shoot the freaking deer.7) Writer's block. Seriously. You would think my severe ADHD would help with that. It doesn't. Instead, I sit at the computer for 4 hours typing something and then deleting it. And then typing it. And then deleting it. Repeat x24 until I get fed up with it and walk away.
8) Taylor Swift. The woman is ridiculous. I've loathed her from the second I heard her on the radio. She's not country. Get out of my genre. She sings songs for tweenies and grade school relationships, as well as..wait. nope. That is literally all she writes about. I have the pleasure of hearing "Oh. my. gosh. You look exactly like Taylor Swift." at least twice every shift I work, which most people would take as a complement. Yeah...no. She looks like she's just sucked on a bad lemon and is trying to look through closed blinds. I have long, blonde curly hair. That does not mean I look like Taylor Swift. She's arrogant. She's writes songs about people being "Mean" because they wrote a bad review. Hey sweetheart, that's life. Constructive criticism. Take it, use it, don't sit and cry like the 15 year olds you write to. Also, they say you can't sing because..uhm. You can't. At all.
9) My inability to focus. My semester is thankfully over as of today. Worst semester I have ever had as long as I've been in school. However let me run through my typical day of studying. I wake up at 11am and look around my room to see my textbooks laying on the floor. Oh geez, my room is dirty. Let's get all the clothes up off the floor and put them in the..oh geez.. I need to do an entire load of laundry. I go to put the dish soap in the washer and see that it's getting low so I then think to myself, I should probably make a shopping list. I go to the fridge and look through it and think..man..I really need to eat healthier. I'm going to go to Walmart. So off to Walmart I go, look through most of the aisles just in case I need something. I check out about 80 dollars worth of groceries, but forget to get the ONE thing I went in there for to begin with. *shrugs* Oh well, gotta get home to study! 3:00pm??? Where does that time go. Silly time. Get home, put the groceries away.. Look there's dishes. I should probably do those. Welp. Off to my computer to, you know, get the study guide off of it. Well I deleted Facebook, but wait, there's the Drudge Report. Let's check out what's.. .OH my gosh Obama is RETARDED. I need to write a blog about this. I need music. Open up Pandora. I 'm going to make this station perfect. Who is this artist? I'm going to read the bio. Very interesting. I want to buy this song. Amazon. Oh shoot that reminds me I needed to look for a space heater. But this price isn't exactly what I want so I'm going to go Google space heaters. Glance at the clock.. oh goodness. It's 7pm. Ha.. oh time. Alright. We're focusing now. I get up to get my book bag and see that I have a pile of papers and shoot. I better sort those. I find my binder and open it up. I look at my study guide and I just don't feel like reading. Oh I'm hungry. I better make dinner... I'll make some hamburger helper. I better not get too focused while it's cooking so I don't forget about it. You know what, I'm going to go get an energy drink. Off to the gas station I go. I may as well get gas while I'm here. Get back home, eat my hamburger helper, then get back to my computer. OH I was going to write that blog. RIGHT. Shoot. 9pm. I really need to study. Ugh.. I dunno. I'm tired. I think I'm just going to go to bed. Oh my friend is texting me. I'm going to tell them about this one time at band camp. Well cheese and crackers its 11pm. I better just go to sleep and wake up in the morning and do it. Hello 4am. Ahem.
Most of the time, I get about 2 hours of studying in. If I'm lucky.
11) Graduation ceremonies. No one is listening. No one really cares to see you grab a piece of paper and have your name read. HOLD THE APPLAUSE; save for the families that decide to yell anyway. Not only do I have to sit through a 3 hour ceremony to have something given to me that could have just been MAILED, I have to listen to a bunch of stupid sappy speeches and a song or two. I worked through this school, let me leave. I really, really don't care. Oh, I want to see my friends one last time! Okay. Let's get realistic here: if they are your friends, they have your phone number. They have your email. The rest of your classmates, I mean seriously, seeing them one more time isn't going to make a darn bit of difference. Don't act like these 4 years were super fun. They sucked. You know it, I know it. School is NOT fun unless you're avoiding it. Don't give me that "you're going to miss this" crap. I left the second high school graduation was over. Do I miss high school 4 years later? NO. Not even SLIGHTLY. Also, Jostens, your monopolizing school graduation crap needs to stop. Whoever decided it was necessary to wear a stupid solid colored bathrobe and a cardboard hat needs to be shot. Pointless. Waste. of. Time. and. Money.
12) This Entire Post.
In fact I'm cutting myself short. I could make a book. I'll just stop.
