People who can't drive

Okay, I know I'm a really frustrating driver because I go five over the speed limit like it's my religion.  However, at least I know how to follow traffic rules.  Two instances are forcing me to make this post. 

Number one.  Because of heavy traffic to malls and such, the people who design the roads within these areas usually make it to where the incoming traffic doesn't stop because if they did, traffic would back into the main intersection.  SO PAY ATTENTION.  If there's no stop sign- KEEP IT MOVING.

Number two.  I was behind a car in the turning lane to get on the interstate.  The light was green.  They stopped because of someone coming towards the interstate from the other direction.  There was plenty of time for me and probably a caravan of other cars to make it but this person stopped.  The person coming got in their turning lane to get on the interstate in a separate lane from the one I would have been in had the car in front of me learned to drive.  Instead, we had to wait for literally four minutes while an onslaught of traffic went by.  Then the light turned yellow... the car in front of me went at the last second of the yellow light and then I got to wait for the whole cycle to repeat.

People who sing along at concerts

MMmmk.  I hate it when people sing along with the song being performed whether it's sitting in your living room watching American Idol or if you're actually at a concert.  I understand there are times at concerts where the artist asks you to sing along and that's fine and dandy but when you're in a room full of people who have gathered to listen to a person/band perform a song... they don't want to hear YOU sing.

The following songs:

Every Light in the House is On (My least favorite song ever in the world).
Just to See You Smile
Please Don't Take the Girl
The Lazy Song
S & M

To name a few.

Nickelback

I hate nickelback.  That's really all I have to say about that.

Kissing Pictures

I hate it when people post pictures of them and their significant others kissing.  I don't want to see that.  When it's their profile picture, it's the worst.  Like seriously, keep that mess to yourself. 

Granola Bars

I swear, granola bars are going to lead to my demise.  So this morning I wake up and slowly get ready because I have plenty of time.  I check my email/facebook/phone... get dressed... put on some eyeliner... tidy up my room... and then it's time to go so I open the pantry to get out a granola bar- my breakfast.  My every.single.day. breakfast.  There is not a granola bar to be found.  Right.  So what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?  Panic.  Tears.  Clenching fists.  Matthew reaches up to the secret stash and finds one preventing me from falling to the floor in dismay.  Over a freaking granola bar.