Siblings

I can't stand my sister. If I were to go a year without seeing her, it would be for the better. I'd be a much happier, less pressured person without my sister around. Why do I say this? Well, for one thing, she makes me hate her. Everything she does annoys me to no end. It's like she never grew past eight years old. She hangs around with shitty people who have all sorts of stupid problems - one smells so bad he actually leaves a trail of stench behind, one has a speech impediment and plods around like an elephant, one laughs like that insurance salesman from Groundhog Day. Like, last week we went to have dinner and she showed up with a friend of hers. One of her "transition" friends, as I call them - the people in between her good friends, the ones I liked, and the ones she has now. And this friend of hers was talking about things you would expect to hear from someone who is 19 and has to work two jobs to support herself. Meanwhile, my sister was making idiot noises and quoting lines (loudly, in a restaurant, with children around, nonetheless) from some stupid comedy thing. At my small birthday party, she ate a few pieces of cake then went to throw them up (yes, that's how she lost all that weight she put on, plus some help from diet pills).

And that's just some random stuff she's done recently. I could go on for hours, but that's not the point of this rant.

So this morning I'm supposed to open the store. That means I have to get up at eight o'clock A.M. The crappy thing about working on Tuesdays and Thursdays is that I work from 9:00 A.M. to 3:30 P.M., then I go to school and I'm there until 9:30 P.M. So I like to get a lot of rest on Monday nights, preventing any nodding off in class. (Especially in my compsci class, damn.) At about 5:30 A.M., I'm jolted awake for some reason. I hear someone calling my name. I think it's my dad, so I ask him why he got me up so early. Instead, it's my sister's fucking lummox of a friend, telling me that she needs to talk to me and that it's really important. I then realized that this fucking asshole had succeeded in actually waking me. You know how someone can wake you up without fully waking you up? Well this assfucker woke me up. At 5:30 A.M. I screamed out, "GOD DAMN IT!" at the top of my lungs and rolled over in bed, hoping he'd go away. He did.

But then he proceeded to tramp around the house. All I can recall thinking is, "Great, maybe Lindsay's choking and she needs a ride to the hospital or something. Maybe she'll die." I actually thought that to myself. So finally the noise stops at about 5:50 A.M. Figuring I still have a good 2 hours to sleep, I try to get back to bed. Even though I'm fully awake, I snuggle up nice.

At about 6:30, just as I'm about to get back to sleep for real, a ringing pierces through the haze of drowsiness around me. It's the god damned doorbell. At 6:30 in the morning. Then a knock. Then a few more rings. Then a bunch of knocks. And then, (let me once again reiterate that this is 6:30 in the morning), a series of knocks and rings for about 20 seconds.

I don't care HOW fucking cold out it is, how hungry you are, how desperate you are to get inside, you do NOT fucking knock and ring for 20 seconds! YOU DON'T FUCKING DO THAT! What is going through your head when you do that? WHAT THE FUCK?!?

I can't even explain how mad I was. You all know how I got about the "Frenchie" thing, well, this was worse. Christ, if it had been Lindsay, she'd be dead. I'd have killed her. Her friends should be thankful I at least had enough restraint to call the cops and then my mom.

I'm still mad. Thinking about it makes me angrier. My sister needs to leave. She needs to go somewhere far, far away from here. Either that or I need to somehow receive enough money to pay off my big bills so I can get an apartment or something. I just can't stand it anymore. That I said to myself, "I hope she's dieing," is evidence to that fact. Geh. Here's some porn. Sorry if it's not nudity, I'm just gonna post all that I have in order.