Jorn

Today, I got tagged by Fanny. Not just once, but twice in seven minutes.

I got this PM:

Here's the criteria:
The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "six pet peeves..things about ME" and people who get tagged need to write a blog about their six weird pet peeves as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose four people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says,"You are tagged." in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

Then I sat back in my chair, puzzled, trying to understand what the f*ck it meant. I took my dictionary to look up the word "pet peeve" but it didn't know it. Then I tried WikiPedia, and the WikiPedia page told me that "pet peeve" is a "relatively recent" word: "its first printed usage was in 1911". Ah well, that explains why my dictionary didn't know the word. It's quite an old dictionary, with the pages beging tablets of stone and the meaning written behind the word in Latin.

Anyway, I immediately remembered a text a wrote with one of my classmates for the school newspaper. I think I'll quote some of the little annoyances from that article, because it quite well applies to my life.

Fasten your seatbelts, here we go.

(Warning: not a pet peeve) The coffee they serve at school, which tastes like everything (or nothing) but coffee. For example, today, my coffee tasted like spinach. Nothing against spinach, but my coffee should not taste like it. I flushed it throught the toilet.
People that urinate on the toilet seat. I even saw a girl that did that. I still wonder how. At school it's even worse: it's not just urine that goes over the seat, it's even faeces. Is it so hard to aim your "dump" or "waste" into the toilet or, in case it goes wrong, to wipe it from the floor?
The bus. If I arrive on time at the stop, the bus is long gone. When I arrive early, just to avoid this, the bus wil be at least ten minutes late. If, at last, I can get on the bus, the bus will be very, very crowded (like the Tokyo metro) with all sorts of people: fat people, that seem to enjoy to bump at you when the bus accelerates; little kids, that use their elbows as a sort of battering ram, as a result of which you are castrated without anesthesia.
People who tell me to shut up when I'm complaining about the bus, because "in some other countries, public transport is worse". That ain't my problem. I pay here, not there, and I want some quality service for my money.
Once, and old woman entered the bus, and I (who had endured great dangers, while trying to get a seat) got up and offered my seat to the lady. The lady then thanked another person. Die bitch, die.
Classmates who are too lazy to do their homework and, the very evening before the examination, keep asking me dumb questions, of which the answers they should have known for at least six years, such as "how does the book know if sin( a ) can't ever be greater than one?", and, after my explanation of such a trivial thing, assure me they now understand, but then persist in their dumbness by saying "but then, why can't sin( 2a ) be 2?" These kids will be in university next year.

That's it, kids. Lots of school annoyances, I see.

The people I tag (sorry guys, if you have already taken part in this game):

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