I hate when people honk their horn. I’ve complained a lot about traffic and bad drivers on here, but horn-honking is one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. Why the fuck do cars even have horns? Anytime someone honks, no one around them knows who the hell they are honking at, and 98% of the time people honk to express rage rather than warning, which I think is what the horn is really intended for. I think they should all be disabled, personally, because nothing sets me off more when I’m in a traffic jam than hearing some dickhead honk their horn.
I’m so sick of seeing nail tutorials on the internet. I don’t know why, but it seems like there has just been an EXPLOSION of these posts lately. I mostly blame HelloGiggles for this. I see them everywhere I go–on my favorite blogs, on Tumblr and Twitter. I hardly ever paint my nails, so a nail tutorial is one of the least interesting things I could possibly find on a blog. Also, there are only so many ways you can paint your nails, and who has the TIME to do elaborate home manicures like that every day?!
I like staying in on Friday night. I always feel kind of lame when I choose to stay in on the weekends because I know I’m not going to look back on my life and think, “I’m so glad I had so many quiet evenings alone watching Netflix and going to bed early.” But still, I really enjoy those quiet nights when they happen, and it’s a trade off because when I don’t go out drinking it means I can get up and actually do something the next morning and afternoon instead of spending a majority of the day in bed, incapacitated by a hangover, and groaning for some Qdoba to magically appear in front of me. I just can’t function with a hangover like I used to be able to, so it’s worth it to trade doing stuff on Friday night for doing stuff on Saturday morning sometimes.
I love yard sales and thrift stores. I used to hate thrift stores because my mom would always drag me to the little one in our town, and she was constantly buying more and more junk that we didn’t need just because it was a “good deal” or an “antique.” Now that I’m a little older I can acknowledge that my mom really does have a good eye for finding the diamond in the rough when it comes to thrifting, and I’ve turned into a bit of a junk collector, just like her. I really love sorting through other people’s cast-off things, and there are so many random treasures to be found at yard sales and thrift stores. I’ve found some real gems for our apartment over the past year or so, and I’ve gotten a little addicted to shopping secondhand because it’s just so much cheaper, and in a lot of cases I find way better quality items for the price when I buy them used instead of new.
I hate messenger bags. Whenever I see someone using a messenger bag I immediately peg them as pretentious (if it’s one of those fancy leather man-bags) or a huge dork (if it’s um, any other kind of messenger bag). I just think they’re really ugly, and in my experience really impractical–they hurt your shoulder and take a weird shape if you carry anything in them that isn’t flat like a textbook or a laptop. I did carry one for a short time in high school, but it looked like this so it was okay: