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I hate the fact that I am writing another "I Hate" page only due
to the fact that I'm completely bored out of my mind. I hate the
snow that keeps me bored. I hate cold weather. I hate applying
to more colleges. I hate planning on transferring to other colleges.
I hate plastic utensils. I hate the ooze that is hanging out of
the punctured hole in my "stress-x" toy. I hate neck pain. I
hate medicine. I hate retirement homes. I hate your home more. I
hate tying my shoelaces when I know there are other people in
the world who are fortunate enough to still be using velcro. I
hate the walls that contain me. I hate sea monkeys. I hate
wings. I hate relationships more than ever. I hate waiting for
mail. I hate waiting for anything. I hate my impatience. I hate
not disappointing people. I hate "scrunchies". I hate darts. I
hate fruit loops. I hate NSS claims that don't make any sense. I
hate stores that close before midnight. I hate dyspepsia. I hate
not having enough money to buy more stuff to hate. I hate the
fact that my younger brother is throwing his life away. I hate
the fact that my family has to watch him do so and discipline him. I hate buying
new stamps because they cost too much. I hate the fact that I'm
not even half done with this page yet. I hate the movie "Kids".
I hate the movie "Seven" for not letting John S. Hall act as the
killer instead of the guy they used. I hate this computer and
want to sell it. I hate the computer next to this computer and
want to sell it. I hate the wall next to this computer and want
to sell it even though that would be impossible unless I bought
this building first and we know that isn't going to happen so
I'll just shut up about it. I hate rambling on and on and on and
on. I hate rambling off too. I hate my roommate's printer
because it's slower than a rock in a race even though I should
be glad we have a printer at all. I hate that nasty rust-looking
crap that gets on your guitar strings after you've played them for a
while. I hate the fact that you probably have no clue as to what
the hell I'm talking about by now. I hate this page even more
now because I realize it isn't going to cure my boredom for this
whole evening. I hate talk shows. I hate melrose place. I hate
bad acting. I hate bad scripts. I hate waiting for the summer. I
hate those days where everything you touch gives you a little
shock for no apparent reason whatsoever. I hate waiting for lava
lamps to heat up and start doing what they do. I hate meals. I hate
raves and will always hate them. I hate all of the people who
thought I was a drug dealer at the rave I went to and kept
asking me if I would sell them anything. I hate lies. I hate the
gummy bear that someone licked the back of and stuck on my
mirror. I hate "Night Drops" when the movie stores should be
open all night because watching movies is the only thing to do
at such late hours. I hate diet sodas. I hate soy milk. I hate
mushy fruit with black spots on it. I hate the cost of doing my
laundry. I hate delayed phone bills that cost a lot of money. I
hate trying to find something to do. I hate trying to get people
to come visit me in this damned state. I hate not having food in
my room. I hate listening to the same cds over and over again
because I can't afford new ones. I hate looking at
keyboard and synthesizer magazines and dreaming about them. I hate
checking people into my dorm. I hate rules. I hate my english
class because it has nothing to do with english and the teacher
only talks about feminism. I hate anything that ends with the
three letters "ism". I hate people who think other people can
say the alphabet backwards easily. I people who think other
people can say the alphabet forwards easily. I hate hangnails. I
hate shaving. I hate not having enough room. I hate error type
11. I hate dust that appears out of the blue. I hate listening
to rave music all the time because it makes you dumb. I hate the
fact that I bought an amazing "Frederick Chopin" cd for 4 bux at
Sam Goody's and they sell crap like "Alanis Morisette" for over
15 bux. I hate Columbia House. I hate Maxwell House. I hate
people who can read music. I hate trying to remember phone
numbers. I hate my memory. I hate your memory more though. I
hate noise violations. I hate RAs, RDs, RQs, RZs, RRs,
R9s, Rs, and anyone else who has authority in college dorms. I
hate the Olympics. I hate apples. I hate grapes. I hate beer
because I hate the people who drink it. I hate the people who
drink it because I hate beer. I hate it. I hate the fact that
nobody gives Steve Oedekerk any credit. I hate current. I hate
garden flowers. I hate magnetic strips. I hate Royal. I hate
Computer Science. I hate religion because you don't. I hate
finger prints. I hate running out of napkins. I hate the fact
that my friend can combine Mountain Dew and Milk and make this
weird gelatinous creation and whenever I try to do it, it never
works. I hate the fact that I'm surprised I have almost already
finished this page. I hate the fact that I'm going to be walking
a mile just to get to dinner tonight. I hate dinner because it's
no better than breakfast. I hate Subway. I hate this subway
token that I have had since October 1995 and still haven't used.
I hate guys who can't tie a tie. I hate hair dye. I hate
stupidity. I hate hitmen. I hate tar. I hate being quite. I hate it when I accidentally type "quite" instead of "quiet".
I hate it all and I'll hate again!
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