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Wednesday, April 8

T's About To Spill: Honest! Ask Tami 'Erself.

If you didn't notice, my title forms an acronym. H.A.T.E. In my last "T's About To Spill", I was supposed to write MY introduction, but I ended up giving you a fourteen-paragraph-long autobiography. Well, now will be my REAL introductory. I'm not going to just say "I'm this, and I'm that, I have this, I wish I had that"...NO. I'm just going to give you a list of things I hate. Isn't that so much more fun? (I'll post what I LOVE later.)

I hate it when parents (mine OR yours) ask me how I like school, or any other small talk-type questions.
I hate it when my friends (especially Jannel and Laura) call me names other than Tami/T'Mar. (i.e. Princess, Tamara, Princess Tamara, etc.)
I hate paying for the things I print.
I hate those old western movies.
I hate enjoying something really delicious and feeling guilty about it.
I hate it when people sing to me, or around me. It's just so...awkward. I never know what to do.
I hate the show Ni Hao, Kai-Lin.
I hate it when I overuse the words "like" or "totally".
I hate being ignored.
I hate not knowing how to play the keyboard, piano, and organ.
I hate my decision of quitting cross country in seventh grade.
I hate not having piano lessons anymore.
I hate saying no to my dad when he offered to teach me the basics of guitar.
I hate having such a horrible, out-of-tune singing voice.
I hate not knowing how to steer a boat.
I hate people who like to hurt another's feelings.
I hate heavy metal.
I hate zits, acne, pimples, etc.
I hate white balate (sea cucumbers) and the sticky, intestine-like goo it gives off.
I hate granny panties.
I hate being tired.
I hate being stuck at a party with a bunch of unfamiliar people.
I hate it when little children, toddlers, or babies stare at me. (The children at my bible study ALWAYS stare at me! Even ask my sister.)
I hate island/reggae music.
I hate the fact that T.I.'s in jail.
I hate the fact that Chris Brown beat up Rihanna and is now pleading NOT GUILTY.
I hate it when YouTubers bad mouth Beyonce, Alicia Keys, or any other singer/band I like.
I hate 50% of the songs on Jannel's "Macky". No, make that 60%.
I hate it when Manny just stares at me, then says something completely random and/or stupid.
I hate red ants.
I hate it when Dar uses my stuff.
I hate the smell of wet dogs.
I hate having to look for the toothpaste.
I hate being redundant.
I hate it when people use bad grammar.
I hate correcting other people's grammar and sounding like a know-it-all. (But I do it anyways.)
I hate playing volleyball (in P.E.) with a bunch of people who like to spike it uncontrollably.
I hate it when people use bad words. I ABSOLUTELY, INDEFINITELY HATE IT!!!!!
I hate being proved wrong.
I hate assignments/projects/homework given over breaks.
I hate having my period.
I hate it when I procrastinate.
I hate forgetting to let my mom sign my geometry calendar.
I hate not having my own digital camera.
I hate it when people ask if I'm being sarcastic or not. (You know who you are.)
I hate awkward hugs (which is like, 80% of the hugs I give/get).
I hate having to sit in the engine room when we're doing turns for paddling.
I hate running.
I hate cherry-flavored things.
I hate boring commercials.
I hate watching my Law and Order when my dad's looking over my shoulder.
I hate MTV's Next! and its narrator's jokes.
I hate all the other shows of MTV, except America's Next Top Model.
I hate soap operas.
I hate washing dishes.
I hate mosquito bites.
I hate bad breath.
I hate it when my fingernails are too long.
I hate it when somebody comments that my Crocs are dirty.
I hate it when people (including myself) state the total obvious.
I hate it when I state the total obvious.
I hate forgetting someone's birthday.
I hate long pauses when I'm talking to somebody on the phone, or in person.
I hate waking up early to catch the bus.
I hate missing the bus.
I hate having the bus pick me up away from the bus stop because I didn't get there on time.
I hate riding the bus in the morning.
I hate riding the bus in the afternoon.
I hate the bus. Period.
I hate it when Tori and I are laughing are heads off, and I need to pee.
I hate it when people pick off my lunch tray (with the exception of my lunch buddies).
I hate realizing that I forgot to bring a towel when I'm conditioning my hair.
I hate my current earphones.
I hate blanking out during a quiz/test.
I hate really, really cold classrooms.
I hate really, really hot classrooms.
I hate paddling practices when we use the bungee cord.
I hate paddling practices when we use the tire.
I hate geckos and their detachable tails.
I hate cleaning.
I hate sudden noises. Especially loud ones.
I hate getting sick.
I hate meaningless, vulgar, or nasty raps.
I hate not having a dog.
I hate the way cats smell.
I hate the movie Talladega Nights.
I hate thinking about the fact that one day my parents won't be here anymore.
I hate dog- or cockfighting.
I hate wrestling, especially the modern-day WWE (whatever that stands for).
I hate not having any grandparents.
I hate it when people ask me if I like the color orange.
I hate it when, after I give them a sarcastic answer to that question, they ask if I'm lying.


...to be cont'd...

email:statified21@hotmail.com

Meet T'Mar:
Tami’s the name
Blogging’s the new game
Simon Sanchez is the school
Where sharks totally rule
Fourteen is the age,
The volleyball court is my cage
I also like to paddle,
And school, I can handle
Need I say more?
See what my blog has in store.

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