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BILL AND TED'S BOGUS JOURNEY! WOW. I'm surprisingly high-spirited (and no, I'm not HIGH spirited) today considering what went on last night. This shit around here with my brother is starting to wear on me. He just doesn't understand that the world does not fucking revolve around him, and that we are not his fucking problem. I get to hear that the dishwasher is only cleaned out once a fucking month, when I have been cleaning it out as soon as it's been washed, which is as soon as we fill it up. It's not MY fault that people have to drink out of the fucking cups that aren't dishwasher safe! So then he was yelling at my mom and saying how he hates her, and then he called her a bitch, points at me, and says "And SHE'S a fucking bitch too!" So, everyone, I am a fucking bitch! (Is there a diaryring for that? *rolls eyes*) So I stood up and gave him a piece of MY mind, and my mom only interfered to tell him not to get me involved when I was finished. I called him an asswipe or something like that. He's just really getting out of hand. My mom said something to him and I think she went to slap him when he said something back (I don't remember all the details at this point) and he grabbed her and shoved her, which made her more angry, and he hit her a couple times and then he grabbed her arms so she couldn't come at him. Well, she was trying to kick him (AIM FOR THE NUTS!) so she could get away, and I ran over and tried to pry him away from her, which I later got reprimanded for. I was told to stay away from him, and if he does that again to just stay back. Well, she doesn't realize that I know better than anyone else in this world what kind of damage he can do. She seems to forget that it's usually the little sister who gets "beaten up" by the older brother. So I basically decided that if he touches my mother again in any violent fashion, there might be some "boot-to-ball" action. (and the boots I'm thinking of...well let's just say he better hope he won't want to have kids any time soon..) I just don't know what to do. I mean, I can't do anything right in his eyes, whether it's pulling into the driveway to the only spot I can, or tieing my fucking shoes. I know I'm not supposed to be trying to impress him persay, but it's like he bitches about everything I do. For instance, last night I was helping my dad finish the shed platform, and the huge piece of plywood we had fell on my knee when we went to set it down. It was one of those where the flat part smashes my knee, and when I went to pull my knee back, the corner got me. First insticnt on my part was to make my injured knee feel better, but I was fallping, so I hopped on one foot to get my balance back so I wouldn't fall off and kill myself. He tells me later that his friend saw me doing that and made him feel embarassed to know me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Fall off a fucking PLATFORM? I don't think so! But I couldn't very well use my leg seeing as my knee was in shock from having the kneecap attacked by fucking plywood! I'm so sick of him. Anyways, I just had some leftover pizza from Pizza Hut, and I'm planning on watching "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey." (Yeah, we got the DVD special! *grins*) More to say, but I'll say it later. I'm tired of having things to complain about. ~Ger |