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My oldest sister moved into my room. My room...is too small. Its only about a 300 square foot room, including the closet. I finally finished getting rid of all my stuff, I just had a mattress and my cds (cd player broke. Im devastated) and I come home from school to see this ginormous pile of crap that my sister had thrown everywhere. Even in my closet. Not to mention, she had put my desk and chair back in my room. She said if I wasnt going to use them, she would.
Sigh...
So, I cleaned the whole room while she watched what a girl wants, (that heinously juvenile film with amanda whats-her-name in it) and then she came upstairs, as I was bringing her clothes to the laundry room, she yells down the stairs that Im not allowed to use her cd player (despite the fact that I set it up for her in the first place. Whatever, I dont care. So, last night, I was studying for my last 3 finals (I did horribly, dont ask) and she was reading my book. And she turns off the lights. And I turn them back on. And she says she is trying to get some sleep. I say Im trying to study. She tells me to go somewhere else. WTF, it's my room. But I get up, give her my best "I-hate-you" look, and leave. As Im closing the door, walking through the tiny hallway (also filled with her crap) and trying not to fall over, I hear her on the phone with her boyfriend, Josh. When I get across the barricade, I turn on the stairway light to go downstairs and my dad wakes up. He yells at me. I should be in bed. I better have studied. We have to leave early in the morning. Why the fuck am I still standing there?
So I drop my books on the stairs, go to the basement and sleep on the couch.
Today sucked too, especially blodge. But I'll not get into that. On the bright side, Miss P, my religion teacher, is moving to germany. Hurrah! Although it was nice to have that 15 minutes of silent reflection every day in which I finished my geometry homework....
God, I want to move out so badly...get as far away from here as I can...maybe then I can finally let myself be happy.
Sigh...
So, I cleaned the whole room while she watched what a girl wants, (that heinously juvenile film with amanda whats-her-name in it) and then she came upstairs, as I was bringing her clothes to the laundry room, she yells down the stairs that Im not allowed to use her cd player (despite the fact that I set it up for her in the first place. Whatever, I dont care. So, last night, I was studying for my last 3 finals (I did horribly, dont ask) and she was reading my book. And she turns off the lights. And I turn them back on. And she says she is trying to get some sleep. I say Im trying to study. She tells me to go somewhere else. WTF, it's my room. But I get up, give her my best "I-hate-you" look, and leave. As Im closing the door, walking through the tiny hallway (also filled with her crap) and trying not to fall over, I hear her on the phone with her boyfriend, Josh. When I get across the barricade, I turn on the stairway light to go downstairs and my dad wakes up. He yells at me. I should be in bed. I better have studied. We have to leave early in the morning. Why the fuck am I still standing there?
So I drop my books on the stairs, go to the basement and sleep on the couch.
Today sucked too, especially blodge. But I'll not get into that. On the bright side, Miss P, my religion teacher, is moving to germany. Hurrah! Although it was nice to have that 15 minutes of silent reflection every day in which I finished my geometry homework....
God, I want to move out so badly...get as far away from here as I can...maybe then I can finally let myself be happy.