Home alone!! AHHH!
So the weekend's here, yay! My parents are in Floriday surprising an old friend of theirs for his birthday. It's the first time I've stayed home alone since Mike moved out last year. I know it's dumb but late at night I get a little nervous. My house is big and creaky and the dog barks if you breathe the wrong way. But I'm doing fine so far.
Except for my brother. Who is kind of an idiot. I specifically told him to call me before he comes over so that I don't freak out and think someone's breaking into the house. So he came over last night while I was at class, and left the doors unlocked after he left. Great, thanks Mike. Glad to know you're thinking about my security. There could have been a boogyman in my house. Ah. Then tonight he shows up unannounced. And asks me if I've eaten dinner, cause he hasn't. I have. Like, hours ago. It's nearly 8 now. I ate two hours ago. Over that. And he's like, well, do you want to go to the diner? No, I don't. I already ate. A lot. And then he tries to figure out if I'm throwing a party here tonight or tomorrow night. Yeah, because I'm so cool and know so many people. He's like, I better not find out you had a beirut table set up in the back yard. I wanted to be like, 'I better not find out you're dumb and kinda gay.' He makes me so mad. He tries to be all serious and cool and oh my god he's just not. And I feel terrible for him because he's so pathetic. Like nobody else I know. Except there's nothing I can do for him. It's hopeless.
Chris is coming tomorrow to visit me and keep me company. I'm kind of excited because we're never alone. And I don't even mean like, in that way. I mean, we can't ever just sit around be alone with each other without my mother yacking his ear off or harassing me about where I think this relationship is going or my dad boring Malone with his personal take on the weekend's most recent sporting events. I don't know. I don't even think he should come. I'm very cranky right now. I'm incredibly bored, and irritable. I'm having problems with my math class, I'm missing the girls from school, I'm just pissed because I'm so lonely and bored at home.
I'm really getting into Shakespeare. He's so good. And I understand it. I've never really understood it before. They teach it in high school, and I don't know, I just think I wasn't ready for it. It was more about me trying to understand what the hell was going on instead of what it all meant.
Bought a heart rate monitor and I've been tracking my workouts. It's really interesting. Makes my life a little less boring. I'm so pathetic. And feeling sorry for myself. I admit it. Completely.
Except for my brother. Who is kind of an idiot. I specifically told him to call me before he comes over so that I don't freak out and think someone's breaking into the house. So he came over last night while I was at class, and left the doors unlocked after he left. Great, thanks Mike. Glad to know you're thinking about my security. There could have been a boogyman in my house. Ah. Then tonight he shows up unannounced. And asks me if I've eaten dinner, cause he hasn't. I have. Like, hours ago. It's nearly 8 now. I ate two hours ago. Over that. And he's like, well, do you want to go to the diner? No, I don't. I already ate. A lot. And then he tries to figure out if I'm throwing a party here tonight or tomorrow night. Yeah, because I'm so cool and know so many people. He's like, I better not find out you had a beirut table set up in the back yard. I wanted to be like, 'I better not find out you're dumb and kinda gay.' He makes me so mad. He tries to be all serious and cool and oh my god he's just not. And I feel terrible for him because he's so pathetic. Like nobody else I know. Except there's nothing I can do for him. It's hopeless.
Chris is coming tomorrow to visit me and keep me company. I'm kind of excited because we're never alone. And I don't even mean like, in that way. I mean, we can't ever just sit around be alone with each other without my mother yacking his ear off or harassing me about where I think this relationship is going or my dad boring Malone with his personal take on the weekend's most recent sporting events. I don't know. I don't even think he should come. I'm very cranky right now. I'm incredibly bored, and irritable. I'm having problems with my math class, I'm missing the girls from school, I'm just pissed because I'm so lonely and bored at home.
I'm really getting into Shakespeare. He's so good. And I understand it. I've never really understood it before. They teach it in high school, and I don't know, I just think I wasn't ready for it. It was more about me trying to understand what the hell was going on instead of what it all meant.
Bought a heart rate monitor and I've been tracking my workouts. It's really interesting. Makes my life a little less boring. I'm so pathetic. And feeling sorry for myself. I admit it. Completely.