Vanilla Ice

Although I am often regarded as an exceptionally cheerful and positive girl, there is a pretty long list of things that get on my nerves... probably a little too easily.

However, yesterday as I was contemplating life on my bicycle, I realized that much of this edge has been dulled in the past year. Is it because I've somehow become more patient? I really hope so, although I think it's perhaps more likely that my quick frustration with pet-peeves have gotten lost living in a foreign environment.

But there are a FEW things that will drive me crazy regardless of where I live. Most are not important, some would perhaps be a little too passive-aggressive to put on a blog. And thus, I give you the abridged list of things that drive me nuts:

• Having NO regard for time. 

Ok, look, I know that I am not perfect here. In my earlier years I took great pride in being a little bit late... still...nothing needs to be too rigid- no big deal. However, few things make me more crazy in school than the bell ringing and all of the teachers continuing to stand around and talk to each other! Go to class! We have to teach these young people things! I have come to think that valuing time is a way to show that you also value the time of whomever you're meeting with.

• People that cook really delicious things and then cut themselves the smallest peace in the world because it has too much 'fat'.

Of COURSE it does. But is it really fair for you to make super amazing things and then look down on other people for taking a very (very) large portion? No. I will never be a super skinny girl- and though I may be annoyed with my struggle for self control at places like Mr. Bulkey's and my grandmother's house, I am also not ashamed to say that I can hit a bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms pretty hard.

• The people that are disappointed when they realize that 'Ice Ice Baby' is really 'Under Pressure'

Yes, they have almost the same intro. But I cannot believe how many bars I've been in during my mere 4 years of bar-hood when people let out sighs of disappointment upon hearing Queen when anticipating Vanilla Ice. Are you kidding me? It's like getting Morgan Freeman and demanding Tracy Morgan. Being given Casa Bonita and demanding Taco Bell. You people make me sick.