If you want...
to piss me off, call me a bass or that I am my brother, and we shall see who get's dropped off in downtown Edmonton to walk all the way home when I am driving (it is not me).
What brought this on is that when I dropped my little brother off at work today, he told me that he would call my cell when he was off, then I would THEN drive over to his work and pick him up.
He fails to follow his own instructions and calls the house phone which has crappy audio, meaning no one can hear you speaking on the other end. And this is only with one phone, and it is the one with the cord, that my mom constantly thinks is perfectly fine.
So, after being called my older brother's name SIX times in a single phone conversation, disbelieving me when I say who I am by saying that my voice is too much of a bass voice to be me and my soprano voice, you can imagine I am mad.
I then drive over to his work place, pick him up as he is sliding on the ice in the parking lot, and tell him I have a half a mind to drop him off in some obscene area in Edmonton and let him walk home. He then, shockingly enough, DID NOT APOLOGIZE saying that it was my fault that I was late, even though I was simply following his instructions. Also, my mom decided to yell at me since she thought that I was refusing to pick him up, spouting about how it was my responsibility, to which I responded on how my responsibility ended when my respect got shattered.
This is why I am heading back to school EARLY! I love my family, but in tiny doses.
Also, for today's positive thing about myself:
Jan. 3: I respect myself, my body and my mind for what it can and cannot do, for its strengths and for its weaknesses.
Also, how on earth am I going to come up with 363 more things positive about myself?
What brought this on is that when I dropped my little brother off at work today, he told me that he would call my cell when he was off, then I would THEN drive over to his work and pick him up.
He fails to follow his own instructions and calls the house phone which has crappy audio, meaning no one can hear you speaking on the other end. And this is only with one phone, and it is the one with the cord, that my mom constantly thinks is perfectly fine.
So, after being called my older brother's name SIX times in a single phone conversation, disbelieving me when I say who I am by saying that my voice is too much of a bass voice to be me and my soprano voice, you can imagine I am mad.
I then drive over to his work place, pick him up as he is sliding on the ice in the parking lot, and tell him I have a half a mind to drop him off in some obscene area in Edmonton and let him walk home. He then, shockingly enough, DID NOT APOLOGIZE saying that it was my fault that I was late, even though I was simply following his instructions. Also, my mom decided to yell at me since she thought that I was refusing to pick him up, spouting about how it was my responsibility, to which I responded on how my responsibility ended when my respect got shattered.
This is why I am heading back to school EARLY! I love my family, but in tiny doses.
Also, for today's positive thing about myself:
Jan. 3: I respect myself, my body and my mind for what it can and cannot do, for its strengths and for its weaknesses.
Also, how on earth am I going to come up with 363 more things positive about myself?