Jess Scefing

About Me

Ah, well... I'm 14, nearly 15. Live in the midwest (USA) Sophmore... Hmm. Just going down the list of suggestions on what to put here. Favorite cook book Joy of Cooking. Pet-peeves? Oh, this is a long list. People who say "same difference", the phrase is same thing, same difference is an oxymoron.

Yuppies who think it's cool or amusing or whatever inane quality they see in it who name their golden retrivers unimaginative human names and then tie bandanas around their necks.

People who live in the city, generaly single with no kids, and insist on driving SUVs or worse, those godforsaken Hummers. If you don't drive down a dirt road more than twice a year you don't don't one of those monstrositys. Unpaved driveways don't count.

People who talk on cell phones in resturaunts, churches, movie theaters, etc. Turn it off before you even go into the building. It ringing is just as annoying as you talking on it especially if it had the ascending ring which makes it go louder.

My step mom's belief that the only two seasonings you need is soy sauce and cajun seasoning. Oft times in conjunction with one another.

Math beyond what I am ever going to use in the real world. I have yet to find someone who regualrly uses the Pythagorian theorem.

Girls who follow the fashions regioulsy, even if that new form fitting tank doesn't quite compliment their beer-gut figure.

Anyone who when they see me reading thinks it is a fine time to start questioning /me/ on why we even have books in the first place mearly because they have a fourth grade reading level in high school.

Doctors, dentists, nurses et cetera who have a visible tatoo. This may not seem like anything to be concerned about but just wait until some surgeon with "Born to Lose" or "Rest in Pieces" tatooed on his hand starts slicing on you.

People who drive unaturaly slow in the passing lane.

People who drive right on you butt with their brights on. My adivce, slam on you brakes. That will put those lights out pretty darn quick and there is always the chance you can sue for whiplash. And... I'm starting to ramble. Enough for now.