In honor of the fact that today is my half birthday, and probably because of the fact that I'm PMSing, I would like to present a list of my pet peeves. I invite no one to tell me why any of my pet peeves is irrational---I admit that every one of them may well be irrational. If you are guilty of any of my pet peeves, I invite you to seriously consider the fact that you could be very, very wrong and I could be very, very right. Here they are in no particular order:
Hymn Number vs. Page Number:
When people in church refer to hymn numbers as page numbers. They're not page numbers. They're hymn numbers.
Craip vs. Crep
The word is crepe. Yes, the word comes from French. Yes, in French, they pronounce it crep. And returned missionaries from French-speaking missions insist on pronouncing it crep instead of the anglicized version craip. And that drives me nuts because although the word came from French, it is now officially English and we have our own pronunciation. When I argue this with people, I use the example of sushi. I ask how annoying it might be if every returned missionary from Japan insisted on pronouncing the word exactly how the Japanese might pronounce it. And I make an impression that is so indisputably annoying that the crep offenders can only hang their heads in shame.
Michelangelo
The i in Michelangelo is like the i in bike. It's not like the i in sit. I hate it when people pronounce it with the short i. In an English usage class, a teacher claimed that though she knows it sounds a little affected, she pronounces it with the soft i because that's more authentic. More authentic?? The soft i sound does not even exist in Italian and most Italians would be unable to even make the sound. If you're going for real Italian, start pronouncing it Meechelangelo. But look at my above pet peeve if you want to know how stupid I think you'll sound if you do that.
Panino vs. Panini
And now to go the complete opposite way (I know that everything I write here will contradict what I just said), I hate the fact that a panini is a type of sandwich here. First of all, panini is plural. Second of all, it means sandwich. Any sandwich is a panino. It grates my freaking ears to here people say, "I want a panini."
The Extended Goodbye on IM
When I'm talking on IM, I like a quick goodbye. But some people insist on extending the goodbye with useless communication. When it's clear to me that the conversation is over, I close the window, without even necessarily saying goodbye. But some people, when you end the conversation continue it with annoying meaningless words. Like: bye, see you later, talk to you later, ok, bye, talk to you later. Now, I'm not annoyed with any of these things as a signal of the end of the conversation, but if the end of the conversation has been made clear, then any of those things is really unnecessary.
The Devil's Child
I was confused to have received a phone call from my mom at almost 10:00 last night. That's almost midnight, you know, and she's... well... she's of age to be a grandma, you know, and she's generally not up or making phone calls that late at night. She told me that Captain Mother (my sister-in-law) had gone into the hospital. At first, I was scared and worried---for about one second---before I remembered that Captain Mother going to the hospital was a good thing. To be sure, I clarified and asked, "In a good way?"
The baby was coming.
I asked if it was insensitive to go and see a movie right then, because Viper was buying tickets. She said that the baby wouldn't come while I was in the movie anyway, so I should go for it. Then I realized (my mom and Captains Fabuloso and Mother all realized this already) that if the baby didn't come before midnight... it would be a 6-6-6 baby. Ooooooooooo.
Captain Fabuloso had told my mother that if the baby came on 6-6-6, he'd name it Billy Bob, because that was clearly the anglicized version of Beelzebub.
I kept my phone in my lap during the movie so I could see it light up if my mom sent me a text message. It lit up during the credits because she was calling. I answered and she told me that Kian was born at 11:55. Apparantly he really did not want to be a devil baby.
So I am now officially an auntie. And my parents are now officially grandparents!
I'll post pictures later. Right now, I'm just going to hop on the freaking bus and make the trip up to SLC!!
The baby was coming.
I asked if it was insensitive to go and see a movie right then, because Viper was buying tickets. She said that the baby wouldn't come while I was in the movie anyway, so I should go for it. Then I realized (my mom and Captains Fabuloso and Mother all realized this already) that if the baby didn't come before midnight... it would be a 6-6-6 baby. Ooooooooooo.
Captain Fabuloso had told my mother that if the baby came on 6-6-6, he'd name it Billy Bob, because that was clearly the anglicized version of Beelzebub.
I kept my phone in my lap during the movie so I could see it light up if my mom sent me a text message. It lit up during the credits because she was calling. I answered and she told me that Kian was born at 11:55. Apparantly he really did not want to be a devil baby.
So I am now officially an auntie. And my parents are now officially grandparents!
I'll post pictures later. Right now, I'm just going to hop on the freaking bus and make the trip up to SLC!!
Underage Educating
So I have this lit and film class. It's English 345. And there's this girl who sits in front of me, and as as I'm bored in class, I have the opportunity to stare at her and wonder how old she is. Now, I don't normally stare at classmates and wonder about their age, but this girl is a special case. It's impossible that she's older than 16. She looks 16. She dresses 16. She doesn't sound 16 when she comments in class, but dammit, she looks and dresses 16!
She wears jeans that she and her friends have written messages on. She wears flip flops that have fabric sticking out all over the place. Nothing is wrong with either of those things, but they're both juvenile. You don't see them on a university campus when EFY isn't going on.
Finally on Tuesday, I asked her how old she was. She said that she is 16. Ha! I asked how she could possibly be taking English 345, because there are pre-reqs. She said that she has been at BYU for three semesters. She started when she was 15. So she explained that she'd been home-schooled and that her family said she was too young to go off to college, so they moved to Provo with her. So yes, she was a Mia Maid when she started school. And now she can date. Oh, and then she asked me if I would please take notes for her in class on Thursday because she would be away at Girl's Camp.
On Thursday, I headed off to campus to attend class and take extra-good notes for my 16-year-old friend. Only on my way there, an old Zone Leader called me and said that he and his wife (my greenie) were driving through town and wanted to get together with me for lunch. Immediately. (When they called, they were about a minute away from the place where I was actually standing.) So I did what anyone would do. I skipped class and went out with my friends who were visiting from out of town.
When I told this to my mother, she was appalled that I would not do my duty towards this sweet 16-year-old. I told my mom that I was offering the youngster a chance to grow up. Fast.
(Okay, so I feel bad, but really. I wasn't going to miss going out with my old mission buddies just to take notes in class. I'm sure that someone else took notes.)
She wears jeans that she and her friends have written messages on. She wears flip flops that have fabric sticking out all over the place. Nothing is wrong with either of those things, but they're both juvenile. You don't see them on a university campus when EFY isn't going on.
Finally on Tuesday, I asked her how old she was. She said that she is 16. Ha! I asked how she could possibly be taking English 345, because there are pre-reqs. She said that she has been at BYU for three semesters. She started when she was 15. So she explained that she'd been home-schooled and that her family said she was too young to go off to college, so they moved to Provo with her. So yes, she was a Mia Maid when she started school. And now she can date. Oh, and then she asked me if I would please take notes for her in class on Thursday because she would be away at Girl's Camp.
On Thursday, I headed off to campus to attend class and take extra-good notes for my 16-year-old friend. Only on my way there, an old Zone Leader called me and said that he and his wife (my greenie) were driving through town and wanted to get together with me for lunch. Immediately. (When they called, they were about a minute away from the place where I was actually standing.) So I did what anyone would do. I skipped class and went out with my friends who were visiting from out of town.
When I told this to my mother, she was appalled that I would not do my duty towards this sweet 16-year-old. I told my mom that I was offering the youngster a chance to grow up. Fast.
(Okay, so I feel bad, but really. I wasn't going to miss going out with my old mission buddies just to take notes in class. I'm sure that someone else took notes.)
Underage Educating
So I have this lit and film class. It's English 345. And there's this girl who sits in front of me, and as as I'm bored in class, I have the opportunity to stare at her and wonder how old she is. Now, I don't normally stare at classmates and wonder about their age, but this girl is a special case. It's impossible that she's older than 16. She looks 16. She dresses 16. She doesn't sound 16 when she comments in class, but dammit, she looks and dresses 16!
She wears jeans that she and her friends have written messages on. She wears flip flops that have fabric sticking out all over the place. Nothing is wrong with either of those things, but they're both juvenile. You don't see them on a university campus when EFY isn't going on.
Finally on Tuesday, I asked her how old she was. She said that she is 16. Ha! I asked how she could possibly be taking English 345, because there are pre-reqs. She said that she has been at BYU for three semesters. She started when she was 15. So she explained that she'd been home-schooled and that her family said she was too young to go off to college, so they moved to Provo with her. So yes, she was a Mia Maid when she started school. And now she can date. Oh, and then she asked me if I would please take notes for her in class on Thursday because she would be away at Girl's Camp.
On Thursday, I headed off to campus to attend class and take extra-good notes for my 16-year-old friend. Only on my way there, an old Zone Leader called me and said that he and his wife (my greenie) were driving through town and wanted to get together with me for lunch. Immediately. (When they called, they were about a minute away from the place where I was actually standing.) So I did what anyone would do. I skipped class and went out with my friends who were visiting from out of town.
When I told this to my mother, she was appalled that I would not do my duty towards this sweet 16-year-old. I told my mom that I was offering the youngster a chance to grow up. Fast.
(Okay, so I feel bad, but really. I wasn't going to miss going out with my old mission buddies just to take notes in class. I'm sure that someone else took notes.)
She wears jeans that she and her friends have written messages on. She wears flip flops that have fabric sticking out all over the place. Nothing is wrong with either of those things, but they're both juvenile. You don't see them on a university campus when EFY isn't going on.
Finally on Tuesday, I asked her how old she was. She said that she is 16. Ha! I asked how she could possibly be taking English 345, because there are pre-reqs. She said that she has been at BYU for three semesters. She started when she was 15. So she explained that she'd been home-schooled and that her family said she was too young to go off to college, so they moved to Provo with her. So yes, she was a Mia Maid when she started school. And now she can date. Oh, and then she asked me if I would please take notes for her in class on Thursday because she would be away at Girl's Camp.
On Thursday, I headed off to campus to attend class and take extra-good notes for my 16-year-old friend. Only on my way there, an old Zone Leader called me and said that he and his wife (my greenie) were driving through town and wanted to get together with me for lunch. Immediately. (When they called, they were about a minute away from the place where I was actually standing.) So I did what anyone would do. I skipped class and went out with my friends who were visiting from out of town.
When I told this to my mother, she was appalled that I would not do my duty towards this sweet 16-year-old. I told my mom that I was offering the youngster a chance to grow up. Fast.
(Okay, so I feel bad, but really. I wasn't going to miss going out with my old mission buddies just to take notes in class. I'm sure that someone else took notes.)
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