Grr, rawr, and so forth

Today I am exceptionally angry.  This isn't the directed anger of the normally rational person, but the general, all-over suntan lotion anger of someone who is liking where they are at less and less who unfairly gets plonked right in the middle of Monday afternoon, where it is raining and she is surrounded by people who will never have the absolute joy of listening to themselves talk.  Here are a few things that I am not partial to:

• Potheads.  Now, I am not impartial to getting high, though I'm the boring type who doesn't get much out of it (not even the nasty paranoia stuff).  But people who a) seem to regard it as an admirable part of their life, b) bemoan how it is poorly depicted as being a drug that makes them boring and stupefied, or c) smoke it in front of me while I'm walking to school when I am damp from the rain and crabby from no coffee and sick from hangover all seem to give me pause.  That being said, I'm perfectly ok with the idea that legalizing pot and taxing the crap out of it would make our financial woes go away a little bit, but honestly.  Yes, I do drink a lot, but at least I can do that in a way that tastes good.
• The nasty nasty smelling food people are eating in the SUB.  I'll never understand how people in Vancouver took the idea of "Pizza" and translated that into "Whole wheat crust with watery ketchup, cheddar cheese, leeks, and bok choy with chicken sprinkled on top".
• All these tiny people who look like they're 12 but are really 17 and in their second year
• The weather in Vancouver that can't decide whether it's raining, snowing, or just doesn't want to be my friend.  "Ok, Meg, you can have sun, but it will be the coldest, windiest day of the year".
• Impoliteness.  Or at least a lack of understanding of social etiquette.  And then saying that, no, actually, I'm in the politest city in the world eh dontcha know.  This is how it works: you hate me on the inside, but if I look like a wet mop and you have an umbrella, then it's alright to offer me a seat on the bus, or at least not push me out of the way.
• The bullshit system that's keeping me from graduating for a reason that is, fundamentally, dog fodder.
• That guy who eats bologna sandwiches in my Canadian Lit class.
• People who don't brush their teeth.  Again, this is a bus problem.  And not just morning breath, they have full on week-long not brushing teeth and eating boiled spinach breath.  I don't like having to stare into the face of someone that seems to be holding a quart of stale milk in their lungs.  And no, this isn't just a homeless guy thing (I don't even know what that smell is and have taken it to calling it "that homeless guy smell"), but a student thing.  People who are being trained to lead the free world.  And can't even master basic oral hygiene.
• Another bus one: bus sleepers.  Actually, public sleepers.  They sleep on the bleachers at the pool, next to me in transit, and seem to sleepwalk in front of me when I have to get to class.  What do they do all night that makes them so exhausted that they need an entire 20-minute bus ride to drool and fall on whoever is sitting next to them? And so many people do it; I'll get on the bus and of the fifty or so people on it, maybe four will be awake, and they don't look so good.  Is it like that thing with babies where as soon as you put them in a car they fall asleep? Are so many people still mostly of a baby disposition? does this also explain the breath problem?
• The things that are in pots that Amanda's housekeeper uses.  Like fish heads.  Hey look, I'm cooking dinner, what's that? AN EYEBALL IN A POT OF GREASE.  Boo. No. Ew.
• How I can't get anything done even though I really want to.  Mostly this is because of schoolwork and because there's a lot of roommate drama, but I think that there's something stunting when you're trying to work in a space that isn't YOUR space.  It just makes me care less and go on YouTube more.
• People who ride their bikes on a crowded sidewalk.
• People who ride their bikes and think that they are immune to the laws of traffic.
• People saying that MLA is important when I think it was only invented to make things harder for us (I mean really, a citation is a citation.  You have a doctorate.  Non-MLA stuff shouldn't confuse you.)
• When people say things like "In the 1980s the United States supported the Taliban." No.  Ronald Reagan supported the Taliban.  Don't act like everything in US history is inherently hypocritical.
• Vancouver being much more expensive than it needs to be.
• Gutter punks who are younger than me and act like it's my fault that they're homeless and have drug problems, AND they make poor dogs a part of their lives.
• Vancouver self-righteousness.  Acting like you are the only person who is saving the world when you ride a bike, carry a grocery sac, compost, buy organic, or wear things that make you look like you wish you were in Tibet.  In this category I'll also put the Vancouver hipsters, who dress exactly like the people who I knew in high school in the month after they first discovered Value Village and who wear glasses that were stolen from unmarried forty-something secretaries in the 1980s that aren't really that good looking.
• Emily Carr University.

I would say more.  More comes to me every day.  Right now, though, I'm focusing on moving out of my sublet and into two places: my friend Aletheia's, for all my stuff, and Amanda's, for my actual self.  This will go on for ten days.  How this all came to be is also something that should go on my list, but it's stressful enough that I would rather put it behind me, at least, in a blogging sense.