Always, Always in a Bad Mood

Man, I am getting frustrated.  Any why is the only time I blog when I'm mad?  I figure I want to tell someone, but nobody would really care how mad I am.  Plus, I don't want everyone to just think that I complain all the time.  However, this blog doesn't support that theory.

Can I just make a list of the things that really irritate me?

First of all, it has always bugged me when people walk around with their Ipod and listen to music nonstop.  Yeah, I understand people exercising and wanting to listen to music.  I mean, I have to do that because I hate running and I feel like it passes the time faster.  But on the campus, around town, at Walmart, I mean, come on!  When I see someone get out of class and immediately put head phones in, I just think, can you really not take a 2 minute walk to your next class without music?  The real reason for my irritation is the girl that is sitting across from me in the hall is blasting her Enya and frankly it annoys me.

Next, I think I have a teacher that hates me.  She tells us things to do or when they're due, but suddenly she changes her mind after the assignment is in.  I really do like this teacher, but I am just getting really frustrated since I feel like I can never do anything right in her class.

Next:  I feel like I never get to see my kid anymore.

Next: I am sick of being sick.  I really think I am a hypochondriac, but the things in my mind are physical.  Some things have evidence of my sickness, but others don't.  For example, I was sick my entire pregnancy and people didn't believe me.  That may have been in my head, but throwing up wasn't fun.  Going back to my mission, I couldn't breath.  The Doc's couldn't find anything.  I'm a hypochondriac.  Then after giving birth, I got an infection (which I blame the hospital).  That wasn't just in my mind.  I had allergies for the first time this year and haven't woken up without a stuffy nose in months.  I got pneumonia.  That was real.  This is lame.  Plus I always hate the type of people that think they're sick all the time.  Now look at me.  I've become one of them!

Okay, so I have all these negative things that I feel are happening just to me, but I don't have a bad life at all.  I think my life is awesome.  I might write about something great in my life next time, but now is just my venting time.

Oh, and one more thing.  So, I have never been very good at exercising.  I have always been the type of person that burned calories by breathing.  That's how great my metabolism was.  Unfortunately, things change after having a child.  Each cookie I eat means +1 pounds for me.  I actually now have the desire to exercise.  For me, it's either exercise or update my wardrobe again.  I'm more motivated towards the exercise.  Ready for my pity party?  I can't because of my pneumonia.

Done complaining.  And my only wish is that the girl sitting across from me right now reads this.

And What Do I Do When I'm Mad?

I have some bad habits. I don't think the list is too long, but it could fill a page, single spaced, size 8 Times New Roman font. That doesn't matter though. I'm sure we'll hit on a lot of those habits throughout my blogging life.

But here's one that we can hit on today: Do you know what I do when I'm mad? Oh, you don't even want to know, but I'll tell you anyway.

Let me back it up with a very vague story so I don't feel like I'm gossiping or talking badly about someone behind his/her back: Someone, whom I have only met once, but contributed to part of my life for a year and four months, did something that just made me mad. I'm over it now (mostly), but let me tell you what I did during my three hours of anger:

When I'm mad, I don't like it when people get to me and I know that any situation can be dropped easily, but I really like to think about how mad I am. And this morning, that's what I did. Thought about how mad I was. I even called my sister in a stalkerish manner (4 times) and she has yet to call me back....

Next, I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how pretty I am. I figured that I'm gorgeous and the person that I'm mad at is ug. For some reason that makes me feel better. (Note: I would do this even if Heidi Klum made me mad)

After that, I bake. Today I already completely deep cleaned my kitchen for baking, baked zucchini bread, and am nearly done with my cranberry gem cookies. I'll tell you how that turns out.

Then finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I called my dad. He told me what I already knew: that I was being silly and should just drop it. I did. I'm over it.

Then I continued baking and wrote a blog post about my experience. (See Amanda, I said blog post and not blog)

I feel better.