I happen to be one that hates a great deal, and will now share with you some new things that I've hated in the past few days. I hate when my dillusional friend... we'll call him "Rob", thinks he can beat me at a Deathmatch game of Doom 2. Now, not to take anything away from "Rob", he is a worthy opponent, but you'd think after all the times I've thrashed him, and made him squeel like a woman under my deft blows of the mouse, that he would understand that there isn't anyone who could beat me at Doom 2. I honestly don't think he and three friends could beat me at Doom 2 in total frags. I really hate the fact that I've just accidently deleted an entire month's worth of hates on accident, and I now think I'll go wack my head against a wall until I go numb. Or maybe I'll just feel real dumb. Yeah, the second one. Anyhow, I'll feel stupid later. What I was saying was, that this "Rob" is a keyboard user. Now, let's be honest, what kind of puss faced little sissy nancy boy uses a keyboard in Doom 2? Only one that I know of, and he is going to get slapped like a woman. I hate when I get banned from a girl's house. Yeah, can you believe that? Apparently her mom got upset when she kissed me goodnight... ok... it was more like she kissed me good night for a really long time, and her mom opened the front door and said "It's time to come inside." real definitive like. But anyway what's wrong with a kiss anyhow? And further, I think if any parent would get to know me, they'd count their blessings that I'm even talking to their daughter, because let's face it, I'm not going to sleep with their daughter, and I doubt anyone will treat her better, honestly. I hate that I have yet to do my history report. We got some big assed history report assigned last week one time, and me being the procrastinator extrordinaire felt that it was my duty, as the title suggests, to wait till the last minute. Not only did I wait to the last minute, but I've now waited many, many minutes further, and may just fail this one. A job well done, if I do say so myself. Hmm... What else is good to hate? You know what I hate? Mushrooms. They are the most nasty food in the world. I can't imagine eating a mushroom of my own accord if someone's life (other than my own, of coarse) was at stake. I am adament in this, and will be till the day I die. They suck. I hate when two people that I'm really close to are in such a bad state of affairs. Get this: A couple friends of mine (that's friends that happen to be a couple, not two people. Well, ok, I guess it is two people, but it's two people that are in a relationship, not just two people that were chosen at random to be on here) Where was I? Oh, right, ok. See, these two can't seem to settle their differences. I'm not even sure they can settle on what their differences are. But it's not cool. I don't dig it. The female, who, after the whole "Adam's sister, whose name is not to be mentioned" episode I am afraid to state, is only unhappy when the male member of this relationship (I said "male member"... heh) is around. But the "male member"... heh, is unhappy all the time, and this simply will not do. I've had enough. You lot can go ahead and settle your differences now, or shut the hell up, because I've had enough of this crap. I hate waking up for work. That sucks. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn just isn't my bag, baby. I hate when, upon visiting my friends webpage whom we'll call "Rob" I see that he has a farce of a page all about how he's going to beat me at Doom 2. What a silly, silly, little man. I hate when I cut myself shaving. There is nothing you can do about that, no matter what you try. I also hate when I go to get my hair cut, and my favorite barber isn't there. A favorite barber is almost as important as a favorite pair of jeans, and you know where I stand on a subject like that. Little do you know, but between "that." and "Little" I had a big arguement with my computer, and I think I lost. I hate that. But the good new is that I've recovered my months worth of hates, and I'll not have to wack my head against anything or feel stupid. I hate that I always choose to update my page when I really should be sleeping. It's like midnight. But you get into a groove, and then what? You can't just quit. I hate that I've been kicked out of my house as soon as I graduate. I'm not sure I've shared that story with you all, but I will sometime. A regular laugh fest, let me tell you. I hate people.