Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me...heh heh
Ok kids, it's time for the crazy psychotic bitch Melissa story of the month. A few months ago I couldn't sleep with any light in the room...took me like an hour to cover up every light...the one on my phone, the cd player...alarm clock..all because I wanted to see the stars =\ I seldom get this obsessive-compulsiveness and when I do, I'm annoying as all hell. Example, tonight =) *evil laugh* MY LITTLE BROTHER IS A THEIF AND A LIAR! Ok here's the scenerio, right before I left to go to Matt's house tonight...Chris and I were standing in my room when he noticed Matt's System of a Down shirt. He said "whoa, cool shirt. where did u get that? I wanna wear that to school" I, of course, flip out and tell him that it's Matt shirt and he's not allowed to wear it. (we went through this same argument a few weeks ago with Matt's blue Vans shirt) I'm running late so I leave...then fast forward to tonight as I'm getting ready for bed. I come into my room for the shirt...it was folded and sitting on the edge of the bottom right drawer...and now, it's not there. I check all the drawers, I check the laundry basket, I check my closet, I check under my bed (by this time I'm getting a bit crazy) and then it dawns on my that CHRISTOPHER THE EVIL THEIF AND LIAR must have taken it. I storm into my bathroom where he is brushing his teeth and demand he gives it back to me. He gets a big smile on his face and asks "what are you talking about?" in the way that you just know he knows what I'm talking about! For the next 15 minutes I'm yelling at him to find it and my mom to make him find it. Then I decide to search his room myself. I sneak in there as to not wake up my dad, find a flashlight, and search his bed, his drawers, his bathroom...everything I swear. The only place I avoided was my dad's bed, for obvious reasons. With the flashlight I go back to searching the rest of the house. I remind my mom and Chris on a regular basis that no one will be sleeping until I find the shirt, so Chris might as well give it to me now. I'll admit I'm a very amusing psychotic bitch...I sang songs, I ran and checked every possible place when someone mentioned it, and shined that stupid flashlight in there eyes every 5 minutes or so to make sure they weren't doing anything insane like sleeping. While searching the freezer (don't ask...) I discover my CAFE COOLER! I got it from 7-11 afterschool, hardly drank any, and put the rest in the fridge. So I'm licking this chunk of coffee frozen to a straw and still being annoying as hell. Between my mother and I, we offered Chris $28, use of our makeup, and monthly sessions of plucking his eyebrows (it sounds strange, but it's Chris) just to give us the damn shirt and he giggled the whole time. Finally, after an hour and a half, my dad came out and yelled at me to get to bed. I'm grounded from everything tomorrow. Oops. AND I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND THE FRICKIN SHIRT! So, I'm shaking from the caffine rush and writing like a mad women to release energy in this lovely journal. I bet you're all wondering why it matters to much that I don't have this shirt...but you see...it's the shirt I sleep in, it smells just like him, it has major SENTIMENTAL VALUE that nobody understands! How am I suppose to sleep in another shirt? It's disloyalty! And so I sit here...sticky, stained, and delerious hoping it's gonna fall from my ceiling any time now...