Things that BUG me.

For those who know me, I'm kind of an up-tight person. Its one of my worst flaws, and possibly the only one that I wish I could fix. But unfortunatly, I don't think I'm going to magically become as laid back as my boyfriend may be....but I will definitely try. Not.
In the meantime, lots of things bug me. There are those major things that just piss me off to my core....but most of those aren't even worth mentioning. But there are the little things that just shake me a little.

So, here's what bugs me:

-Both my borther and I have this issue. We use the last of the toilet paper....and we are just lazy enough to mentally refuse to walk down the hall into our p-units bathroom and get a new roll. Then, we are surprised when in the middle of our next potty break, a new roll of toilet paper hasn't magically appeared. Now, I think its a little humerous when I do this to him...but it just really irritates me when he does it. So, Nate...if you're reading...when you use the last of the toilet paper GET A NEW ROLL. Unfortunatly, I cannot promise to do the same.

-I live a very structered life. I am all tucked into my warm bed at least by 10pm on weeknights. Its jyst what I do. Mostly because I heart my heater blanket. So, last night I'm all tucked into my bed. Footie PJs and all. When I realized that I hadn't plugged in this silly Acer to charge over night...so that I can productively use it only for Facebook today in school. Ugh.....I had to get out of my warm bed and go plug the stupid thing in. Then I got back in bed and just couldn't get nearly as comfterble as I was before. I really hate that.

-I can NEVER figure out how to spell the word "comfterble", "comfortable," comfertable," "comfortble." How the f do you spell it??????

-You know that disgusting roll/flab right under your bra wire. It's so fricken uncomfortable (HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT WORD??????????) I really hate that certain roll. Like, seriously...how do you get rid of it? I do millions (yes, millions. Thats what I said.) crunches every night. Jumping jacks, treadmill, push-ups, stretches, etc. Its like, this silly fat is in love with my bra or something. I mean I know that I wear cute bra's....but come on. Leave me alone buddy...I dont want you there! We need to part ways.

-Okay. So, is it really that hard to turn the heat on at school on Sunday night?? I'm sitting here freezing my ass off. And it could be completely avoidable. BHS, I double dog dare you to stop being so cheap.

Okay...I'm done for now. I hope you enjoyed my rants...and if you have any authority to fix any of these things...you're my god.

Love,
Lauren