I know this isn’t really relevant to my everyday life, but I guess my ninth grade geometry class really messed with my brain. I remember having homework every night, and it would always make me cry. My brain and math must have had a messy breakup in a past life. Anyway, learning geometry just doesn’t make sense. When am I going to be walking around, see a flag pole casting a shadow and think, “You know what, I really wish I knew the degree of the angle between the pole and the ground.” Hint: I will never do that.
I’ll be 21 in a few months, and I have no idea how taxes work. Filing them, paying them, calculating them in a store. I know nothing. You would think something as important as this would be taught to us as a requirement. But no, using that angle from between the flag pole and the ground to calculate how tall the pole is is much more important. If you got the height of the pole wrong, you’d get a few points off an exam. If you get your taxes wrong, you might get a little trip to the slammer.
3. People that think ‘Step Brothers’ is a good movie:
After hearing about this movie for years, I finally took the plunge and watched it. This was one of the worst decisions I have ever made. I’ll probably get some flack for this, but I don’t even care. Someone needs to say this, and it’s going to be me: “Step Brothers” is a stupid, highly overrated movie. I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humor, and I never even cracked a smile while watching this. Every character is played by a genius actor or actress, but after this movie I’m embarrassed to be a fan of any of them.
I don’t like the wind. I hate how it feels blowing into my eyes. I hate how it makes my hair fly everywhere. I hate how it makes dirt and debris fly from someone else’s yard into mine. But most of all, I hate how I don’t know where it comes from. Seriously, how does wind start? How does it choose which direction to blow from, one day to the next? What makes it a slight breeze rather than a hey-my-roof-was-there-now-it’s-not type of gust? I never thought I would be bothered by something so random, but here we are. Tom Brannon, could you send me a PowerPoint or something?
1.Leaving Without a Goodbye:
I can’t tell if this one makes me mad or sad, so I’ll just go with generally upset. Goodbyes are never fun, but they allow for a bit of closure or, at least, peace. So when someone who meant something to you leaves without saying goodbye, it hurts. Some people leave without the option of saying goodbye, but some leave knowing that they could have taken the time to say it. Knowing a person is skipping out on your goodbye or knowing a person has said goodbye to everyone but you through a tweet is something that kind of bothers me.