Sorry, I won't lay any more eggsamples on you then. I'll coop my opinions to myself.

Ven, I feel like going from a D to a B to a D and to a C all within two weeks not natural.
But if it is, that explains it.

Meh. My boobs do it, so it should be okay. :)

Typically, I find that it should be the other way around (which is why I try and avoid absolutes in my statements). If I state an opinion (or "fact"), others should be able to comment on it rather than them wondering whether or not they'll bother someone else by doing so. Otherwise no one would ever respond to anyone.

I treat all comments made about anything as open to discussion. I don't think it's fair to post a counter argument to something and then deny conversation with anyone who disagrees.

I hate loud talking. Especially in my room. I try to make my room as serene as possible and prefer people to speak softly within.

I hate it when guests think they can hide from me because I can't see around the desk.
There's a camera right there, you are not invisible.

Kids are stupid.

How tall's the desk, 3ft?

4 and some change.
>.>

I hate the way that my mother handles things sometimes. Is it really that hard to just say, "I'm proud of your for accomplishing x, though you do need to follow up with y." Apparently so.

I hate that my father gets irritated if I can't pick up a stream of numbers the first time round.Also not being able to touch anything due to fake tan :/

Venice and Nips - On that note, I was gonna post in the Love thread how much I love that for once I managed to put on the right size of bra for where I am in my cycle. I always forget and go for the one that I think looks prettier. It's as close as I get to accomplishments in the holidays.

I hate not being able to decide on what to wear. Someone come pick my 'first day of school' clothes for me.

Don't wear an office shirt. Formalling it up can come later :) That's all I got really.

Go naked.

I hate how hungry I get working overnight.
It's not even real hunger. Go the fack away.

Bwahaha! My little brother picked my outfit. It was nice. A graphic tee and jeans. He has good taste for a 12 yr old.

I hate how this school doesn't tell you anything, they just expect you to be able to read their minds.

I hate that I need amphetamines to focus at school.

I hate that I wasn't there for her.

I hate drama. It's too dramatic, and I am not a thespian.

Drama is dramatic? I'd have never guessed.
>_>

:P Stfu

I hate not being able to fix things that should be fixed.

I hate the freshies in my Computer Apps and Data class who didn't even know how to open up Microsoft Word... My teacher does too.

How could you not know this?!

I had to teach an older teacher how to use google my senior year of high school.

Simple, iPhones don't have Microsoft Word.

and I love it when teachers don't know technology, it's rather funny not having class so we can teach them how to use it. =]