Spring Cleaning (plus a healthy rant about my siblings)
Hello m'dears!
Okay, so ignore that last post. It's pointless, it's whiny, and I promise never to blog when I'm on my period again. Moving on.
Several exciting things are going on at the moment! Exams start this month- not exciting as such, but it's sort of difficult not to mention them as they have taken over my life. I've got my revision all planned, even colour coded, now all I have to do is actually DO it. Whether or not I can go through with that remains to be seen.
Also, new Doctor Who! We've been waiting since 2008 for a full series, and the wait has not been in vain. I don't want to spoil anyone who hasn't seen the episode yet, and I can't be bothered doing a full discussion- I thought it was bloody brilliant, let's leave it there.
I'm home at the moment for easter. In some ways, it's a LOT better than living at the flat- the kitchen is full of food, and the power shower this morning was practically a religious experience. The only problem is my brother. He's a general pain in the arse, but more so lately. For example- I was making dinner for the family, and I persuaded him to help me. I was giving him advice on the recipe, and he treated me to an angry rant about how I was a dominating bitch, screamed most charmingly into my face. He then added three times the amount of water that the recipe called for, and blamed the ruined meal on my 'fucking crap' cooking. GRR!
Also, I was supposed to be helping gnimaerd out at her sister's birthday party- they've rented a venue, and needed help managing the doors, making sure people were on the guestlist, etc. Our siblings are friends, and when I mentioned to my brother that I was helping out, he completely freaked out. Not only did he tell me 'don't you fucking dare turn up', he then went complaining to the birthday girl, and effectively got me banned from the premises. I WAS ONLY GOING TO STAND AT THE DOOR. IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL. His friends don't even know who I am. He also treated me to a charming little speech on how I would be useless at it, because I'm short and a woman. Sexism aside, it kind of bugs me that my brother seems to think I'm a truly useless human being. It stems from the fact that I don't drink- as far as he's concerned, that clearly means I just sit at home in an innocent bubble of naivety and helplessness. He sometimes tells me about his friends that smoke, in a way that suggests I've never even heard of a cigarette before. Sorry to go on about it, but I'd sort of appreciate being respected as a human being for once.
*rant over*
But yes, family home? FAR better without the family actually in it, at times.
Still chocolate day tomorrow, YAY!
Okay, so ignore that last post. It's pointless, it's whiny, and I promise never to blog when I'm on my period again. Moving on.
Several exciting things are going on at the moment! Exams start this month- not exciting as such, but it's sort of difficult not to mention them as they have taken over my life. I've got my revision all planned, even colour coded, now all I have to do is actually DO it. Whether or not I can go through with that remains to be seen.
Also, new Doctor Who! We've been waiting since 2008 for a full series, and the wait has not been in vain. I don't want to spoil anyone who hasn't seen the episode yet, and I can't be bothered doing a full discussion- I thought it was bloody brilliant, let's leave it there.
I'm home at the moment for easter. In some ways, it's a LOT better than living at the flat- the kitchen is full of food, and the power shower this morning was practically a religious experience. The only problem is my brother. He's a general pain in the arse, but more so lately. For example- I was making dinner for the family, and I persuaded him to help me. I was giving him advice on the recipe, and he treated me to an angry rant about how I was a dominating bitch, screamed most charmingly into my face. He then added three times the amount of water that the recipe called for, and blamed the ruined meal on my 'fucking crap' cooking. GRR!
Also, I was supposed to be helping gnimaerd out at her sister's birthday party- they've rented a venue, and needed help managing the doors, making sure people were on the guestlist, etc. Our siblings are friends, and when I mentioned to my brother that I was helping out, he completely freaked out. Not only did he tell me 'don't you fucking dare turn up', he then went complaining to the birthday girl, and effectively got me banned from the premises. I WAS ONLY GOING TO STAND AT THE DOOR. IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL. His friends don't even know who I am. He also treated me to a charming little speech on how I would be useless at it, because I'm short and a woman. Sexism aside, it kind of bugs me that my brother seems to think I'm a truly useless human being. It stems from the fact that I don't drink- as far as he's concerned, that clearly means I just sit at home in an innocent bubble of naivety and helplessness. He sometimes tells me about his friends that smoke, in a way that suggests I've never even heard of a cigarette before. Sorry to go on about it, but I'd sort of appreciate being respected as a human being for once.
*rant over*
But yes, family home? FAR better without the family actually in it, at times.
Still chocolate day tomorrow, YAY!