If Only Morons Could Fly...Right Out the Window and Onto Spikes...

I would be the happiest of all happy people alive if there were a legal way to eliminate some of these morons I am constantly forced to be around. Stupid people who must drag everyone else down with their lack of intellect. Now I'm not talking about most people. Many people just have little moments where common sense goes right out the window but it will return shortly. I myself have many of those moments, far too many if I'm honest with myself. Some people though have a constant lack of any sense whatsoever. And it's irritating.

I hate having to slow down for them. They are people with no excuse to be so dense. People who have been afforded every opportunity for education and socialization yet still somehow manage to be so dim. Now, I know there are people with mental impairments, people who have not had the same privilages that I have had. And I excuse them. This is not about them. This is about people who have attended the best schools, have nothing wrong with them (other than constant victim syndrome) yet still do not understand the simpliest things.

Then again, lots of people annoy me.

People who have to have things repeated to them several times even though it is written right on the paper in front of them. They annoy me.

People who answer questions in ways that are not at all related to the original question just for the hope of distracting the professor and coming across as intellegent. I want to kill them.

People who act like they know everything about everything even when they are clearly wrong and have no first hand knowledge about the event they're referencing. They make me want a match and some butane.

I hate it when someone relates a topic being discussed back to their life even though it's not relevant. "Oh yes well my boyfriend and I went to England once and as you know James I was responsible for the King James Bible." "The topic of freedom from religious oppression reminds me of how my girlfriend and I had sex in the mall dressing room. Haha!" And though not exact quotes from people, those are very similar to the things I get to hear on a daily basis.

Slutty people make me want to inject them with STDs. "He likes me but I don't like him. Maybe if I fuck him though he'll leave me alone. I can't tell my boyfriend though. He'll freak out for some reason." And yes, that is something I heard several years ago from someone.

People suck.

And yes, I do realize that there is some irony in this as I am sure I have misspelled several things during the course of this blog. I know, I know. I shouldn't be talking about intellegence when my spelling skills are off.

Oh well though. Such is the beauty of free speech and the internet.

A Long Awaited Beginning...

Every time I see something involving someone blogging, it inspires me to go off and create my own blog. However, being much too lazy and far too occupied with procrastination, I never actually succeed in this. Part of this no doubt had to do with the fact that I don't think I particularly have anything interesting to say. Blogging is a way to keep a personal journal sure, but it's also putting it out there for others to read. Why would I want people to read something that would be terribly boring? I know I wouldn't want to read pointless drivel that I could care less about. I shouldn't expect it of someone else.

Finally though, I've managed to come and create a pretty little blog all for myself in which I can write whatever my twisted little heart so desire. I don't know if anyone will actually read or care what I have to say. I would be a hypocrite to whine and sulk if no one shows interest considering I'm the same way. But, just for the sheer joy of getting to bang on my keyboard and create noise, I'm going to at least attempt to keep this going for at least a week. I've no angle to come from, no goal that I'm truthfully setting for myself with this. It isn't going to be a case of Julie and Julia where I have a specific reason for doing this. It's just me. Writing and more often than not ranting.

But who am I?

An unimportant question that no one probably cares about. I'll answer it anyway.

Now, I'm not going to give out personal details, specifics or anything like that. Why would I? A blog is the perfect place to rant about people I spend every day with without them knowing. If I give out too much, the chance of them crossing this and discovering my dirty little secrets increases greatly. I don't want that.

So the bare minimum.

I am indeed a woman. My sex is female. My gender...well that's open for debate as is my sexuality.

I'm not particularly old. Nearer to eighteen than thirty. A college student (though with the amount of individuals heading back to school that doesn't reveal much). I'm an English major. A writer with no published work and not much hope considering the lack of interest in written works that aren't about wimpy vampires and jail bait werewolves.

I live in the United States, in the South whether school is in session or not. Despite this, I am extremely liberal and not remotely religious. Religion in fact has never been a part of my life. I've been to church less than a handful of times and I have no problem keeping it that way. This doesn't mean I hate religion in general and I have no problem with people who have different beliefs than me, I'm just not religious.

My background is middle-class, though it's low middle-class. Most of my life has been spent in rundown apartment complexes with frequent gunshot wounds and drug busts. Public school was where I spent most of my short life, in crowded classrooms with people who's biggest dream in life was to become part of a gang. But I still managed to receive a good education and now attend college on a scholarship that pays for most of it.

There is no love interest in this. There is hardly any belief in love harbored within me.

There are friends but they are annoying the majority of the time and shall never be referred to by their actual names or anything near it.

Villains will be numerous. I hate a lot of people.

Heroes will be few and far between. Do heroes even exist anymore? Have they ever existed?

I know that I am not a hero and honestly, I would much prefer to be the villain. Infamy is better than fame after all.