be careful, i actually might bite.

so, im bacck! i said i'd be ;)

okay,, so one of todays subjects are people who talk crap about you.  i mean jeez! dont they have anything better to do?! i hapen to have one of those in my class. i shall call that person it to be nice. so it likes to talk crap about ib and our class to it's friends in other classes,, it has even been caught in the act multiple times because it forgets that other people speak the same languauge as it does. okay i admit we arent the perfect class, we all have our flaws and things that annoy us about eachother.. but talking crap is borderline. especially if you have to be in the same class as them for a couple years, and what kind of impression does that give off to others about the ib! "oh look, ib talk crap about other ib kids,, ahahha, wow what a retarded class" like we arent called 'special' or 'retarded' enough!

right, so im NOT gonna get worked up about this. changing to the next subject of annoyingness.
i really hate when people ask for my last name and they get it wrong. classic case:
- whats your name?
- jensen.
- jenson? as in j.e.n.s.o.n
- NO, as in J.E.N.S.E.N
GET IT FRIGGEN RIGHT PEOPLE!!!! YOU DONT KNOW HOW ANNOYING IS IT. (see, i told you i would eventually slip a part of my name into these bloggs ....)
as someone smart once put it:  "it's jensEN, NOT jensON. jensON's are DOUCHEBAGS."
i totally agree with this. and im oh so very sorry if i hurt your feelings. noot. GET IT RIGHT OKAY?

wow, so i realise that this is only my second blogg, and its quite long. so i think ima stop rambling about annoying things now. so get ready for the next pointless ramble.
in the words of arnold schwarz. hasta la vista baby.
Little Miss Clueless.


something i like to call a day at kungsholmen. actually, its called carneval.
whoot.