Screw word limits. I don't understand how I can possibly write something of substance and something that'd create a fantastic first impression with only 200 words. I can't even get all my points across, I can't do much really.

Screw 'Message In A Bottle's. I swear I'd never attempt those again. I even have problems shoving the paper into the bottle. Talk about seeking rescue and S.O.S.!

Screw group outings. Draggy, non-exciting, waste of time, tiring and annoying. Perfect for turning up late though.

Screw rainy days. As they only result in wet (and sometimes smelly) jeans and white shoes which end up with blackish stains.

Screw weekends. They only make the weekdays seem so much more dull.

Screw annoying relatives. They get on your nerves like all the time, and they call like 327 times a day for nothing. But un-screw annoying relatives when you hear your parents bitch heartily about 'em. It's worth it, I'm telling you.

Screw non-existent fantasies. Wait, aren't all fantasies non-existent?

Screw age 17. Because its only that bit closer to legal 18, yet you're still under 18, and 17 only makes you sound so much older than 16. Therefore, it serves no purpose and we should just banish age 17 so I don't feel like I'm missing out on a lot.