There are so many little things that bother me in life, and I thought you might like to know them. You may not be interested at all, but you might identify.

There's the guy in my class who has a story for everything. He has a comment for everything the professor says. Talk! Talk! Talk!

Then again, pointing out his excessive babble makes me wonder if that's what my best friend meant about me when he asked, "Does anybody except me get tired of her talking about journalism?"

Well, who cares? This is my column, and I'll talk if I want to. I guess you could say I'm on my soapbox right now.

Then there's the other guy in my class who has shaggy hair and a need to constantly play with it. Gross! Can we say lice? I mean who wants to sit behind someone playing with his or her hair the entire class? And yes, girls do it too. I don't want someone else's hair in my face. After all, who knows where that hair has been?

Let's see, what else can I run rampant on?

I hate it when people blow their noses at the dinner table. As if there aren't enough germs floating around without you adding to them. I love the sound of a honker blowing right before I take a bite out of my three-course meal. (Insert sarcasm here.)

Courtesy laughs! Enough said, right? Don't give me a darn courtesy laugh just to make me feel better. In reality, it just makes me detest you more, because you think my jokes are so bad they need charity. Do me a bigger favor and just be quiet.

When it comes to clothing, I hate it when a guy's underwear is visible. It's nice to know Haynes or Joe Boxer made your undergarments, but leave something to the imagination.

Yes, that goes for females too. If your butt cheeks hang out of your skirt, that leaves nothing to the imagination. Let me rephrase that. When guys see that image of you, trust me their imaginations run wild, but maybe not in a way you would prefer. Please let Victoria keep her secret. Drum roll please, but no courtesy laugh.

Speaking of outward appearance, don't you hate it when you're dressed nicely and someone makes it a point to notice? It's not so much the noticing, rather the comment that comes out of their mouth. "Amber, you look pretty É today." Thanks, I appreciate the compliment, but what does that say about the other 364 days of the year?

When it comes to food service, what ever happened to service with a smile? I know some people hate their jobs, but my advice is to get another one. True enough, I don't know what circumstance you are in, but we'll both be better off if you at least pretend to enjoy what you're doing.

I also hate it when I go through the trouble of ordering food to be prepared a certain way, and I don't get it. I know everybody makes mistakes, and nobody is perfect, but don't act like it's my fault because YOU got it wrong!

What else? Give me a minute, because I'm weeding through everything else that ticks me off without losing your interest. I hate it when people try to act like someone they're not. Be yourself, and if others don't like it, I guess they could always write a column.

Amber Miles is a junior journalism major from Dallas and serves as associate managing editor for The Tech Talk. E-mail comments to anmiles24@hotmail.com.