me

music: jason mraz 10.7.02
mood: i want to be in my baby's arms. that's all....

grrr, so this is gonna be my rant for the day... i cannot stand being here. home absolutely blows. as soon as i come back from school, my mom's like 'adam has to go up to jmu a few times this week for ROTC stuff, so if you need to use the car, y'all need to figure something out' ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. why am i the one who ALWAYS has to make accommodations in MY LIFE for the rest of my family. this is ridiculous. if he needs to go to jmu, he needs to find his own damn way to jmu. that's not my problem or responsibility, especially when i had plans LONG before he did, and i told my mom LONG before he did. but oh, does my mom remember those plans? no. does she ever remember these things or listen to me when i tell her something? no. so when i go and remind her when it's near that time, what's her response? 'oh, well your brother has to do such and such, so you're just gonna have to make arrangements to do what you want to do.' how in the hell do my younger brother's needs supercede mine? why is it that everytime i need to do something, i'm always asked "well, does your brother need to do anything?" blah blah blah........ errrrrggg. oh, and you would think someone who's received over $350 in FREE SOFTWARE AND ACCESSORIES for the computer he was incapable of picking out because he wouldn't know what he should get would be a bit more respectful and considerate of other people's equipment and space. but no, my brother definitely came and took my freakin phone cord out of my computer and out of the jack, and took it back to his room, where, oh yeah, he's NOT using it. why was this, you ask? oh, that'd be because my brother is a complete idiot. and yeah, if my brother had attempted to pick his own damn computer (that my mom bought him), he would have ended up with some slow chunk of metal and plastic parts and a lot fewer included items. i'm not going to put up with this crap much longer. oh, and my mom definitely rehashed the argument that i don't respect her, when, LAST TIME I WAS HOME, we had the same argument and came to the conclusion that i do, she just doesn't see it as much as she would like. dead subject, mom. errrrggg, these people get on my last nerves. i'm surprised i have nerves left. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

justine save me!!!! i love you babe! happy anniversary! :)

posted by Ron @ 12:59 AM