▲▼▲▼▲The Indie Kid▼▲▼▲▼Mondays just piss me off. Almost every Monday I feel the need to rant about something to someone, so what better way to let off steam then blogging? So I’m probably going to do this every Monday… sorry about that. Warning: This post will be full of accusations, randomness, dissatisfaction, bitching, criticism, and sarcasm…. so. much. sarcasm.
So to start off this new “Monday Night Rant” I want to talk about homework. Note to teacher… It makes kids hate your guts. Sure, I like some of my teachers, but I have to admit I get pretty pissed off when they give me some big-ass homework assignment when I actually have a life besides school. I’m probably going to get some teacher commenting “Blah blah blah, learning is important, blah blah blah, your brain should always be working”. Ok, sure I guess thats ok, but come on, most of my homework these days is just busy work kind of things. Sure I do it all but I just find most of it unnecessary.
Next rant: Nicki Manaj. First of all, she needs a wardrobe with a higher neckline, enough said. Second of all, I don’t think she actually has musical talent. All the pop lovers are like “she can sing… don’t hate!” …anyone can sit in a recording studio and have their voice auto-tuned. When I used to like *shiver* pop music, I listend to some videos of her live, and she sucked. I’m not sure if she was drunk, or what but she couldn’t hold a note for her life. Hey, at least you know she wasn’t lip sinking….
Next rant: teenage girls who think their nerds. They aren’t nerds. Most of them are idiots that are still learning what an thesis statement is (I kid you not, some girls in my grade still don’t get it). I am a nerd. I will randomly transfer over into a british accent when talking, I’m in advanced english, whenever I’m not blogging I’m usually playing minecraft, I love writing and reading, I can recite all the lines from every Harry Potter movie, I quote shakespeare, and I study pretty hard. Not to mention I’m supper awkward.
Last rant of this post: cats. I hate cats. I’m a dog person and I always have been. It all started when I was little and my cousins owned this devil cat named peanut butter cup. It literally hated me for not reason. It clawed my feet every time I walked near it, and just non-stopped hissed all the time. That god-damned cat is still alive today, and because of it I hate going to my cousins house. So now I’m afraid of cats. The one cat I actually like is my grandmas. All other cats seem to always be sarcastically smirking at me as if they know that I’m afraid of them.
So weren’t those rants lovely? I bet I’ve insulted most of my viewers in some way. Sorry about that, but hey, this is my blog. So thanks for putting up with all of my… interesting opinions. And that concludes this Monday’s rant.
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