Assumptions, reality, and paranoid people (Parents).

THIS IS ALSO MY HUNDREDTH POST!! YAY!!! :D :D :D

I should be able to sum these up with 2 graphs and some words.

Assumptions

Reality

And these are the words that will explain the paranoia.

When any kind of negative event happens at school (eg.: A fight, student caught with any kind of drugs or medicine, rape within a 1000 mile radius of everywhere), both of my parents will instantly turn paranoid and all teenagers will suddenly become criminals in their eyes and they will give a lecture about stuff that will only help me with... nothing.

So there.

Trimester 3

Trimester 3 started this Monday. Here are some pictures to summarize my classes because my brain was like "AAHHHH NO WRITING IT HURTS" today, so not much words will appear.

That's all. My brain is still on strike.

People really shouldn't be PoopShnoggers and just mind their own business!

I was recently on a trip to Las Vegas. This post is about one of those little things that shouldn't bother you much or at all but it did, A LOT. It happened while we were driving back from Las Vegas and we stopped in Barstow. Oh, and I will use word-phrases like "PoopShnogger" throughout the post.

We stopped there for lunch and as a potty break for our dog. The problem is, our dog had diarrhea at the time due to eating too much meat, so when she squatted down in the dirt, a liquid stool (poop) came out instead of a solid one. Then it got all over her long butt-fur, making her a smelly mess.

So while me, my mom, and my FartAss sister went to buy Panda Express and McDonald's, my dad went into the StinkyButt bathroom to wash her. I imagine it to be a pretty odd sight seeing a guy, in Barstow Station, washing a dog's butt, in the men's bathroom. And it apparently was, especially to someone who is a PoopHole and just can't mind their own business and JUST HAD to report it to a staff member, as if it made the world better.

How did I know we got reported? A huge guy wearing a blue shirt saying "STAFF" on it doesn't just walk up to your table, half-hidden in a corner and just somehow magically knew about your PoopAss dog without looking at it and immediately says "You can't have the dog in here."

At that point, I started to feel the anger brewing in me like boiling water. But it wasn't brewing towards the guy in the blue shirt. It was brewing towards the ShitSack that reported us because he/she is a nosy FartBall.

So down in the comments, tell me, what throws you off your nut when it shouldn't or shouldn't at all?

PS: Thanks to Patrick Smith for teaching me those word-phrases. Don't try and find him, there's tens of thousands of Patrick Smiths out there and you chance of finding the right one is smaller than Justin Bieber's dick.