Hardening the expletive up.

One of the girls with whom I am currently sharing a ward pisses me off to no end. In the interest of protecting identities (like hell, one can never know who's on the internet, lurking), I shall henceforth refer to her as Q.

No, she is not a theoretical biblical document (just a joke for all my HEX buddies). But I digress.

If there's one thing that shits me to no end, it's whining. That irritating, high pitched, nasally childish voice people resort to when they're not getting their way.

Q whines all the time. I'm talking incessantly. But that's only the beginning of my figurative beef with her. Q is horrible to the other girls, constantly making snide comments and then saying 'Oh, no offence.'

Saying 'no offence' is probably worse than just being a bitch, because it shows that she doesn't own the fact that she's a bitch. I'm able to make this point because I actually do own my bitchiness. I just save it up for special occasions... But again I digress.

Q also seems to be labouring under the incredibly misguided impression that everyone cares. No-one cares about her stupid issues. Hmmm. Looks like today is a special occasion. Oh well.

Furthermore, Q believes that she should have everything her way. She flouts the rules set up by the powers that are, and then whines when she gets in trouble. She makes ridiculous requests at inappropriate times (I would give examples, but then it would be painfully obvious to anyone on the ward at the moment who I'm ranting about; and as much as I own my bitching, if I'm going to be living with them for some unforseeable amount of time, It helps if we get along...), and then practically has panic attacks when her requests are denied.

And then whenever she doesn't get what she wants, she starts crying.

And her French is pathetic. I know I've just made it obvious who I'm talking about, but I don't care. If there's something that pisses me off, it's bad french pronunciation.

And, Finally, she complains incessantly. I may have already said this, but I'll say it again. NOBODY CARES! SERIOUSLY! WE DON'T GIVE AN EXPLETIVE ABOUT WHY YOU DON'T LIKE IT IN HOSPITAL OR WHAT PERCEIVED WRONG YOU THINK YOU'RE SUBJECT TO. WE'RE ALL STUCK IN THERE TOO. WE'RE IN THE SAME MOTHER-EXPLETIVEING BOAT. NO-ONE LIKES PERSECUTION COMPLEXES.

Q, Harden the fuck up.

And I know I've been complaining for this entire post, but frankly, I don't care. It was justified.

On a nice little sidebar, thanks for the mention, Kelsey :)

I Hate the Internet

No, I lie. I only hate MY internet.

Because it's dialup.

What's that I hear you say?

Surely you have left the technological stone age, Adela!

Well, I haven't. My internet is dial-up, prior to one month ago, if I wanted to watch a DVD I had to do it through one of our computers, and I know how to work a BetaMax projector.

What's a BetaMax? I hear you ask.

I'll tell you: it's the evil piece of crap which predated VCRs.

I'm only bringing this up because I felt like procrastinating by voting on submissions on mlia.com

AND I COULDN'T BECAUSE MY INTERNET WAS TOO SLOW TO LOAD THE PAGES!

There's a reason I spend a lot of time on fanfiction when I'm trying to procrastinate.

IT'S BECAUSE MY INTERNET IS TOO SLOW TO LOAD ANYTHING BETTER!

This is stressful. I'm so bored that I'm actually telpted to start writing my letter to Daniel Cohn-Bendit asking for his input regarding the lasting effects of 'Les evenements du Mai '68'.

Which will involve me writing a letter in *expletiving* français Française. Why does no-one outside of Canada understand français Québecois?

I hate my internet. I could use some good MLIA right now. Instead I'm heading over to fanfiction to leave nasty reviews on some crappy fanfiction written by thirteen year olds from America who haven't yet discovered the joys of spellcheck.

Because being a bitch is cathartic.