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It's been too long since I updated with anything inane, so I'm going to do that now. The following situation illustrates one of my biggest pet peeves ever.
I was trying to sleep last night, and I can't lay on my good ear since there's a metal bar stuck through it. There's a huge gap underneath my door and the walls seem to be very thin, so any noise in the living room comes right into my room and keeps me up. My brother was playing music loud enough that I could've sung along, so I got up to tell him to turn it down, and his response was, "It's not even that loud!"
He also does it when I ask him not to hit/push/kick me/the dog/the cat/our mother/whatever, and says he didn't do it that hard. I ask him not to do anything or to turn anything down, and he objects that, somehow, he has amazing knowledge of exactly what is too much for me! It's amazing, really. I always thought that I knew that, but I guess not. I guess he knows it. Which is funny, because he's not me, but maybe he's inside my mind. I mean, that's really the only way he'd know whether or not I could hear his music perfectly.
/end bitching
In other news, I don't want to go back to school, wah wah wah, etc. I'm too used to hanging out by myself and not having to wake up at ten in the morning and then walk around everywhere. Also, I really want to play Fallout and I don't have an Xbox 360 in my dorm. Obviously, my life is so hard.
I was trying to sleep last night, and I can't lay on my good ear since there's a metal bar stuck through it. There's a huge gap underneath my door and the walls seem to be very thin, so any noise in the living room comes right into my room and keeps me up. My brother was playing music loud enough that I could've sung along, so I got up to tell him to turn it down, and his response was, "It's not even that loud!"
He also does it when I ask him not to hit/push/kick me/the dog/the cat/our mother/whatever, and says he didn't do it that hard. I ask him not to do anything or to turn anything down, and he objects that, somehow, he has amazing knowledge of exactly what is too much for me! It's amazing, really. I always thought that I knew that, but I guess not. I guess he knows it. Which is funny, because he's not me, but maybe he's inside my mind. I mean, that's really the only way he'd know whether or not I could hear his music perfectly.
/end bitching
In other news, I don't want to go back to school, wah wah wah, etc. I'm too used to hanging out by myself and not having to wake up at ten in the morning and then walk around everywhere. Also, I really want to play Fallout and I don't have an Xbox 360 in my dorm. Obviously, my life is so hard.