HEY! Soul sister...

The world is full of so many sorts of annoying people. Some people just really annoy you to your very core, though. How do they do that? I mean, perhaps they should be commended for annoying you so thoroughly. It takes a lot for a person to have absolutely no redeeming qualities, right?

It's like that Train song. I have such an intense hatred of that song. I hear it about twenty trillion times a day and I hate it every single time. I feel like I am living in a Cialis commercial. But shouldn't I give Train some credit for creating something so loathsome? I mean, obviously someone loves it or else every radio station wouldn't play it all day every day. It's like it's our collective background music right now. Does it describe the general mood of the nation? Wholesome? Happy? Plucky little guitar strings. Hey, soul sister! Oh man, cringe. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall.

Now, the constant inclusion of this song in my life--what is its effect? Does it make me a happier person because I can focus my negative energy solely on this one thing that I hate? Or am I a more hateful person because it is constantly pulling me down into the depths? Does hating one thing a lot make you just generally hate? I don't know. I have been rather irritable this week.

Oh, now here comes someone that annoys me. If he says "signage" one more time, I could snap. Now, if Train were playing RIGHT NOW... Would I be more or less annoyed with him repeatedly saying "signage" like it makes him cool?

Why do teenagers think that arguing with you and saying they're an adult will make them seem more adult?

Why do people insist on going through a door with a silent alarm that they've been repeatedly asked not to go through?

Well, I know the answer to that...Because otherwise they'd have to walk an extra 30 feet.

I don't know, I didn't mean to write a blog where I just complained. And yet here I am.

I've been working on a rather lengthy blog to tell you about Andrew Jackson. You may not even know that you care about Andrew Jackson yet. But I've got about 1000 words on what a badass he is and I'm not even up to his Presidency yet. So look for that in the month of April. That's the optimistic guess.

Tomorrow the sun has decided to elude me so it looks like Laguna Beach Season 1, Disc 1; The Last Song; and outlet shopping for me! Punctuation be damned!

And if you're the person who is requesting that damn Train song then please, I beg of you, stop. I might even rather hear that Michael Buble song. No, no I wouldn't. I suppose there's always a worse thing.

i get kinda crazy in my head for you

Ever since man invented the portable music player, teenagers have employed them to rudely tune out the rest of the world which is just too annoying for them to stomach. They will crumble and die if made to spend too many hours listening to anyone "old" or, the worst of the worst, their parents... God. Just to hear them talk about anything is about the most embarrassing thing of life, let alone if they start talking to someone else (like a cashier). That's when, as a teen, its your duty to step in and let them know how annoying they are by going, "Mooooom! Just PAY her."

I remember what it was like to be inexplicably embarrassed by your parents. I remember walking the dog and staying a good ten feet behind them, lest anyone think I was walking WITH them or, can you imagine, enjoying it.

I know there are exceptions. I hope my kids are exceptions. But if they do act that way, its gonna be damn funny to me and I'm probably going to really make the situation a lot worse.

A teen was just in here, ignoring her parents by use of an iPod. She did take the time and care to tell her dad where the price tag was on something when he was asking me how much it was. That sort of annoys me too, Teen. She walked past the counter and I heard what she was listening to. I thought it odd that she was listening to Mellencamp but then I remembered what Jessica Simpson did years ago. My teen can and probably will ignore me, but I refuse to let them ignore me in favor of listening to Jessica Simpson. That's just rude.