Well, I guess it's semi-official. My brother's moving down to Santa Cruz (or was it San Jose...?) in July.
Sort of makes me want to find a way to stop him, and yet with how it is living with him I think I'm a little excited. That's pretty sad to say... The little sister that used to look up to him, adore him, actually is beginning to wish he would just leave.

This is pretty much what happened:

Our home has been in remodel for about 6-7 years now, and finally my parents finished the *second-to-last room*. Their master bedroom. Ever since, they've been sleeping in that room, using their own bathroom. Which means that the old bathroom is my brother and mine's. (I think that's correct grammar..) Even though it is also mine, I'm being overrun by all his CRAP. He has his clothes in the middle of the floor, the sink is covered in all his little-beard-hairs, and frankly though I am not a preppy-girl I find it vile.

On top of this, he's always asking me to play WoW for him when I had quit the game for a reason. Too addicting. Too time-consuming. I have homework to do!

During Spring Break, I was doing my massive load of homework assigned by Mrs. Berke, and he comes in my room and asks if he could help me with my game, Final Fantasy VII. I decide, 'Sure, I guess he could so long as he doesn't beat it for me...' So then he's running around in the final area, and runs into the LAST boss battle fight. He hands me the controller, wishes me luck, and leaves. I die. I'm PISSED. I don't know if it was just me overreacting, or if I was literally so stressed that I just wanted to punch a baby. And I did, too.

I love my brother dearly, I really do, he's just getting really annoying. Either he has to get a job or move out so that I don't have such an overdose of him.

(I don't know if this's the bright side, pero: ) My mom says that if she convinces him to move up to Alaska and live with out cousin then he might man-up a little and might wanna either stay there or come back down here and get a good job...

My mom's been trying to finish my "new room" (my parents' old master bedroom) and that's been a bit annoying also.

They ask for my opinion then they turn and do something that I had told them I didn't want. They question my choices. They are PISSING ME OFF.

(Example: ) My dad walks into my room and says "Eww, you're going to use this gross green color?"
Later in the project he questions me, THREE TIMES, if I was POSITIVE that I wanted the carpet squares. (the carpet squares are small pieces of carpet that range in a few different colors such as beige, a murky green, and others like that.) If you saw my room, it'd go perfectly with it. On top of this, my mother just called me in my room to ask if I thought the painting was good. I answered yes. Then she goes and says "OH MY GOD THE WHITE'S SHOWING HERE, WHAT ARE YOU BLIND?" I sat there staring at her, "No. I am not blind. I just wish that you would GIVE UP already."

On the bright side, my dad's been gone for the past two days and he's not supposed to come back until tomorrow... or was it the day after... Hmm, hope it's day after... (If you knew how we talked to each other, what fights we've gotten in, how pissed off he made me, you'd realize...)

*Sigh*. Other than that, I've just been my normal anti-social self. I try to be a good friend and yet everyone gets pissed at me anyways.

STAR-testing for this week is over. Only had one test, science. Today I got to print about 7 or so pictures (since we had a two-hour-long period) and tomorrow we have to watch a movie. And day after we have to sit in our seats. Quietly. Staring at the ceiling.

I'm sorry if none of you wanted to read this... Just my way of venting...


P.S. I've decided.
For as much as he talks about it,
about killing my dog...
If ever he succeeds,
then fuck it.
I'm going to run. To Florida. Sorry Manon, why would they look for me there though?


I'm in my own little world... And it's slowly collapsing on me...