All right…I’ve arrived home, with no homework, really tired, and my rabbits are running around me in my room. I would like to write something, but right now I am just too brain dead. I don’t know what to write, even a rant…I think that I will come back to this later on tonight.
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I have returned to this post, although it isn’t the later night.
I have been, and still am, sick for the past few days and even missed school which never ever happens. I can’t even remember the last time I missed school. I don’t think that I even lived in this state… Anyways I had a bad cold, or flu, or fever, or something… I’m not quite sure. I had a high temperature, constant sore throat, constant headache, raspy cough, dizziness, light-headedness, lack of enthusiasm and energy, etc. Sleeping away my four day weekend is no fun at all. I would have loved to watch TV, write, draw, or something as sleeping is like my least favorite thing to do because it’s basically just wasting away your life. It’s like your not even alive when you sleep so your hours sleeping are just gone or something. It’s all weird. Anyways, I would have rather stayed awake, but the pain of everything just would’t cease. For some reason, my head throbbed, my throat was dry, sore, and crackly, my lips were chapped and splitting, my diapraghmish area was really sore, I had a stomachache, and my eyes burned. Sleeping was the only way I found I could escape the pain…
My mom came home from Afghanistan on Thursday at like 1:00 in the morning. She’s been there since September. I don’t even know why I’m writing this stuff… Anyways, the house is all weird now because we had all forgotten the little quirks a person has that makes them, them. I, along with my dad, had forgotten that my mom doesn’t push in her chair or clean the table when she’s finished eating, and we had forgotten that she moves anything in our possession and puts it where she wants it so it’s impossible to find your stuff. It’s things like this that are making the house all weird since I’ve always known where my stuff was for the past five or six months or so.
We left all of our Christmas decorations up for my mom to see and we had to take them down today. I hate putting them up and taking them down. For one, my family does not work well together for some reason, especially when my dad is agitated, and he gets agitated when he goes outside. Today he had to shovel and take down all of our exterior Christmas decorations while my mom, brother, and I took down the interior ones. I absolutely hate being with my brother because of his thick-headed stubborness. He starts arguments over everything and won’t stop until he “wins”. I personally think that all of the arguments are completely stupid, but somehow my brother just gets me in all of them. That doesn’t turn out well. I’ve tried ignoring him which results in his crying over why I won’t answer him which leads to my parents yelling at me. I’ve tried making my point and then stopping, which has similar results. I’ve tried trying to stop him from talking without even getting into an argument, but my brother’s just too…gosh he makes me so frustrated just thinking about him. He just has these quotes, which is what I call them, that he uses for everything that you say to him that he doesn’t agree with and it’s so annoying. I think it’s so disrespectful and unfair that he uses them on my parents too, so they just stop talking to him, basically letting him have his way or whatever. Maybe they are just so tired of his stubborness that they just do that to get him to shut up or something… Still though, if I said any of that to them, I’d be grounded. One thing that everybody says to my brother that he really hates is for him to be quiet, shut up, etc. Really, his mouth can physically not close or something. Plus, he can’t control his volume, so he can only yell, and he has some speech problem, like a speech impediment or something, so he can’t pronounce half the alphabet. This means that he slurs his words together really fast, skipping letters or replacing letters with ones he can say, (even though it won’t sound the way it’s supposed to,) and all of this at the top of his lungs. That’s annoying. So when somebody tells him to stop talking, he’ll do this stupid smirky smile which is really annoying becuase his mouth has thin lips and is pretty long so it’s like a weasel smile or something, and he’ll say really quickly, “There’s nothing wrong with talking!”
The average person will reply, “It’s annoying,” or something like that.
“Talking’s not annoying. You talk.”
“Not as much as you, and yours is annoying.”
“I don’t talk a lot.”
“Yes you do! Now shut up!”
“There’s nothing wrong with talking.”
Of course, now the average person will just stop, grit his teeth, clench his fist, wave it at my brother, but then pause and put it down again. There will be a moment of silence, but then out of nowhere, my brother will continue talking. What’s it about now? It’s still the stupid “talking not’s annoying” argument! Sorry average person, but your stuck in this argument for at least an hour…
So, it’s really easy to rant about my brother… Anyways, taking down the Christmas tree. Oh, not only his my brother like that with his talking and all, but I really do think he is behind in the head or something. He has no common sense. Once while wrestling with him I saw that he was still wearing his glasses and asked why he hadn’t taken them off. “You didn’t tell me to take them off.” Dude, they’re not my glasses; why would I have to tell my brother to take of his glasses? Today after taking down our Christmas stuff, my mom asked my brother to pick up the crombs off the kitchen floor. I started to sweep the dining room floor and when I returned to the kitchen five minutes later, my brother begged me to sweep the kitchen. He was on his hands and knees physically picking up the crumbs with a broom against the wall next to him. Even my dad asked if he was retarded. My brother’s response: “You didn’t tell me to sweep the kitchen!” Did I mention that he’s a follower? He only does exactly everything I do and will only do something else if someone specifically tells him to, explaining every little detail for him. Dude, he is so annoying and frustrating.
Gah, so much ranting about my stupid brother that I keep getting off track. So, taking down the decorations is a pain becuase of him, and my mom, and my dad, all mixed together. You may not know this, but I actually have a really short temper, especially with my family. Thick-headed brothers, agitated dads, want-everything-my-way moms, and short-tempered sisters do not mix well. For example, when I was returning the broom to my room, I saw that our back door was open. It’s really cold out and I’m already sick, so I closed it. I put the broom away and when I came up the stairs, my dad was there with some stuff in his arms glaring at me. “Get that d*** door back open!” he yelled at me. My dad swears a lot when he’s agitated, so I just had to ignore the f’s b’s and d’s that I heard today. It’s really annoying since, if you know me well, then you’ll know that I never use those words. That’s a little strange thinking of how much I hear it at home.
So, I’m getting frustrated writing about this and I wasn’t even frustrated when I sat down. I just started writing. What time is it? Ah, darn it…It’s 11:00 at night and I have to get up early tomorrow to babysit for six hours…It really sucks when you have to work on your days off… I’m still not feeling all that great and I’m down to my last cough drop. I babysat on Sunday also, (it’s Monday night,) and that sucked. Being sick with a cough really sucks.