Stuff Ann-Marie Hates (part 1)

So i've recently realised that there are alot of things that i, ann-marie, hate. the list is so long, infact, that it would be a blog of epic proportions and i feel that 1) i am too lazy for that shiz, and 2) you, the reader, are too lazy to read that shiz. so every so often im going to post a blog about something i hate. kind of like that site "stuff hipsters hate" but its going to be "stuff ann-marie hates"
(**NOTE: this will probably be the only Stuff Ann-Marie Hates, because i'll forget about it, like i usually do with things, and it will just die off. its like a child.. if you forget about it, it will die. like a child needs food and water and love and attention (not so much love and attention), a blog idea needs a mind less forgetful to feed it with words of wisdom) (that was a long note)
(***NOTE: this idea will probably not catch on as much as Stuff Hipsters Hate. dissapointing, because im more important than hipsters, but probably not as funny as the people who write that. if you havent read that, you should. i laughed)

STONERS WHO TALK ABOUT GETTING HIGH ALL THE TIME
Look, generally im a pretty easy going person. im kind of a bit of a bitch, and i do tend to judge people, but i dont care if you do drugs. personally, i dont do that, but if you've had the displeasure of seeing me drunk, you know that i do not need to get high to act like a crazy person. if you do drugs, fine, its your life.
the drug i have the least against is pot. if you want my personal opinion, i see nothing wrong with pot. as far as i know, pot doesnt kill people. i dont really know why, in my 20 years of life, i've never smoked pot, but i havent. from what i've gathered, pot makes you pretty chill, and thats something i could recommend for myself since im usually a crazy bitch.
heres my outlook on drugs: go for you're life doing them, just dont drag others into your drug induced mess unless they are doing drugs with you. i think of that with pretty much anything. do what you want, as long as your not dragging everyone into your mess. what you do with yourself is your own problem.
so to all the stoners out there, peace. but shut the fuck up about how high you are. i honestly just dont care, because im too self centered and would just like to talk about myself some more.
and i doubt that the non-self centered people care about how fucking high you are either.
i know this girl who doesnt shut UP about how high she is, or how high she was, or how high shes going to get.
heres a few examples of our online/phonecall conversations:
facebook chat:
her: heyyy
me: hey
me: hows it going
her: dude, im so fucking high right now
me: ok

phonecall
me: hello?
her: heyy
me: oh hey..
her: what are you doin?
me: nothing, just waiting for the kids to get off the bus
her: cool
me: what are you doing?
her: i just woke up
me: (secretly jealous that im not a spoilt rich kid who can sleep all day cos mummy pays for everything) (and just to clarify, im NOT that spoilt) oh. ok.
her: cool. dude, i went to this party last night and got so fucking high. there was so much pot, it was ridiculous. i fucking miss australia and drinking tho. i kind of wanna go back.
me: yeh. i want to go back to australia too
her: dude, just fucking stay here for another 6 months
my thoughts: look im just putting it out there, but im a borderline alcholic and i need to be able to drink legally again. how do i explain that in a non trashy way?
me: i just really miss my friends and family.
her: true. i cant believe how high i was last night.
me: ok. well, theres charlies bus, i have to go, talk to you later.

facebook chat:
her: hey
me: heyy
her: dude, what the fuck is with (insert name here) shes being all weird
me: i dont know
her: what are you doing this weekend?
me: not much. im just working.
her: cool. im about to go to my friends party. its going to be awesome, theres gonna be so much pot, we're going to get so high.
me: um. ok. cool
her: yeh it is cool. see ya

phonecall:
me: hello?
her: heyyy.. talk australia
me: um.. ok
her: oh my god, im at my friends house and we are so fucking high, my friends love your accent.
me: um cool. im driving at the moment so i have to go.. see ya.

im not judging all stoners. just dont talk to us nonstoners about how stoned you are cos we really actually just DONT CARE.
and thats one thing i hate