My day wasn't bad, just... blah. Very boring, very uneventful. Aside from dealing with my little brother's lying ass. God I hate him most days. Asked if I could play the xbox with him and his response? He flipped me off and went back to playing. Then I ranted to mom over fb and she told dad who sent Carl (the youngest of the three of us.) down to tell Hunter (The middle child) to quit being an ass or he'd lose the system again. To which Hunter freaks out and tells me aunt that I lied to get him in trouble and this and that and got MY ass in trouble. I could kill him.
Yes. I am SO bored with my life that I'm finding ways to get you in trouble.
I'm 20 god damn years old! I'm WAY more mature than that. Sure, the way I rant doesn't sound like it sometimes but come on! Getting a sibling in trouble on purpose is a childish thing to do. Especially when they turn around and do the same to you.
But no, Hunter has to be the exception. I try to keep his ass out of trouble and what do I get in return? He's a pompus ass all the time. He's worse than teenage girls. He's a prima dona and a drama queen and has to be the center of everyone's attention at all time. Wanna know how bad he is? The other day he yelled at me for getting so much attention because I was sick and pregnant. To which I wanted to slap him and instead told him that if he thought spending 75% of my time sleeping in bed, 10% of my time in the hospital and the rest of my time hunched over a god damn toilet as getting attention that he could have my life any day. I will gladly fork over my ovaries for a week so he can deal with this shit.
He's just ridiculous. If he isn't the center of attention and getting his way he will throw a holy fit until he is. He has a horrible temple and a condition you often times see in tiny dogs: Big dog syndrome. Meaning he thinks he's all big and tough, when in reality he's a mini wiener dog.
He's constantly telling Carl how he can "beat his ass". Now Carl, being the calm laid back kid that he is, looks at Hunter and calmly says "That's ok." Like he really doesn't care. And I know he's not worried about Hunter. Carl has been in wrestling for almost three years, he places every single year at state. (He got third this year.) And frankly, Hunter is a walking stick. Carl, is built like a line backer. Broad shoulders, strong and stocky. The kid could pick me up when I weighed 250lbs like I weighed nothing. Hunter can't even pick up a 20lbs car battery without bitching about how heavy it is. He's a wimp and a complete jackass. I'm shocked Carl hasn't kicked his ass yet.
But unlike me, Carl has a very long fuse. My temper is short with most things, but with Hunter, it's non-exsistant. I hate that child.
Done ranting about him for now. Now for the good news!
STILL EATING FINE!!!! :D
Oh, and one of my friends from high school is going to school for massage therapy and needs practice hours and has been through her prenatal classes, so I get massages for free. I start on Wednesday. I can't fucking wait. My mom is pissed about it, but I don't care. She just hates that she doesn't get one. Plain and simple. Anyways, done for the night. My mother is a whole 'nother can of worms.
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