This is me.
Venting.
Ranting
About “What is THAT?”
What is there to say….
I mean I can’t even this gets on my nerves so much….
When people look at something you have and say, “What’s that?” as if it is some putrid lump of disgustingness on your desk or like you are wearing a used garbage bag as a shirt
Or when they see a book on your desk and ask what it is and you calmly explain to them and then they are not really paying attention even though they are the one who asked you in the first place omigosh so when you are done explaining your [most likely really geeky, hardcore nerdfighter-y type] thing to them, they’re like, “What’s that?”
…
And then you don’t want to explain nerdfighters or This Star Won’t Go Out or your quote book or your assignment notebook collage or WHATEVER IT IS FOR THE ZILLIONTH TIME IN YOUR LIFE
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME JUST TODAY????
OR JUST THIS WEEK??
LET’S NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT HOW MANY TIMES THIS HAS HAPPENED IN MY LIFE.
However comma (swoozie06 reference, anyone?)
There are some people that ask and then listen to me about it.
****cue open letter****
OPEN LETTER TO PEOPLE WHO LISTEN TO MY EXPLANATION OF THE THING THEY ASKED ABOUT,
THANK YOU SO MUCH. WHAT WOULD THE WORLD DO WITHOUT YOU PEOPLE? YOU MAKE MY DAY. THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY SCHPEEL ABOUT NERDFIGHTERIA OR WHATEVER THE HECK I AM TALKING ABOUT. THANKS FOR NOT GLAZING OVER AND DROOLING OR WALKING AWAY.
LOVE,
LEXI
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Hey Hey everybody! That was today’s rant, I hope you enjoyed! As always, here’s the word of the day:
FERRULE: the protective point or knob on the far end of an umbrella
Toodelooo, lovelies!
-Lexi_Lu_Lu