Things That Irk Me

the way CDs spin in the player when they're paused.
when a great author doesnt finish a story on Quizilla or Mibba.
escalators. enough said.
being made fun of for being a vegetarian.
the way people nag me for eating things im not supposed to. [cough charlie cough]
siblings who totally trash your room.
too many people in one place.
questions. lots of questions.
Charlie's awkward need to kiss my face.
bad quality videos of amazing people.
when my dad/sister drinks the last mountain dew and i have a migraine.
migraines.
bright lights in the morning.
grey or drity snow.
Connor.
diet mt. dew or 7 Up.
impersonal gifts.
fake people.
drug addicts.
satanists.
any music made before 1979
the looks i get when i say i like piano.
black coffee.
abortion.
lies.
the glare of the sun through school windows.
cloudless skies.
people who listen to their iPods impossibly loud.
my mother.
when i dont have any clean skinnys.
hoodies that don't fit quite right.
the fact that i was sick on my birthday.
my hair.
the color yellow.
the music player on my myspace.
HTLM codes.
cake. all forms.
being picked on.
my dad screaming into the phone.
people who chew with their mouth open or chew their gum like a cow.
nails. i prefer screws, a lot hard to get through your foot.
spoons that aren't shiny.
crumpled paper.
dying pens.
my contacts.
that kid on my bus.
that other kid on my bus.
stalkers.
reading assignments for English.
writing for a grade.
video projects.
repeatative music.
the fact that my keyboard is missing a Control key.
remembering that mom broke my laptop.
the smell of coconut rum.
ugly shoes.
my remote that has ceased working for absolutely no reason.
white out tape.
the way my ears get really cold no matter what.
being pale.
the hideousness of my eyes.
my weight. >.<
cold showers.
running out of my favourite anything.
those nasty hot cheetos.
having to come home from camp.
random spots where random spots arent supposed to be.
when people dont answer my questions.
having to wait for the next book in a series.
lines in the store.
the fact that so many things make me upset.
and finally: the fact that there are so many more things than this.