I'm Ready To Go

Ok. So it's been awhile. I know that I say that every time, but seriously this time, I'm sorry.

There isn't even that much to write about. I should be studying, but the blog was calling. I can't even remember how many requests I've had for updates in the last couple days. Dozens. Like six dozen.

Ok, I'm trying to think.

Someone fell down the stairs on Saturday, that's never happened before. And when I say fall, I mean she took a real doozy of a spill. I'm surpised she didn't break something. Like a nail.

Ok. I need to get something off of my chest. I have a brother. Who is incredibly talented. Like seriously talented. This kid's going places. Like Des Moines.

Anyways. He's a great kid. And an extremely good musician. And extremely funny. Go to this site to hear his music:

www.myspace.com/matthewj

You'll like it, I swear to gosh. He's that great. This is a bad post because I have not talked about the rear at all. But talking about Matthew is more important. Because he is so good at what he does. He is good at music and at shoveling snow and raking leaves and making pizza and being a good brother, but not at driving or washing dishes or not lying when he talks about the movie Heathers.

Anyways, something must have happened in the rear.

Ah, this:

A-"You are crabby."
L-"I am not, I'm just stressed out."
M-"No, you are crabby. I can tell."
L-"I am not! I'm never crabby! Don't tell me what I am like! Don't tell me how to live my life! Why do you two keep torturing me like this? Do you realize what you are doing to me? You are ruining my life? Do you even realize that? Do you? Or are you to involved in your own bullshit to see that YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE."
A-"Calm down. I was just stating the fact that you seemed crabby, and I wanted to make you feel better, so I made you a peanut butter sandwich, some hot pockets, and a bag of popcorn."
L-(hyperventilating) "You don't know me at all! You don't know me at all!"
M-"Yeah Adrienne, what were you thinking? She doesn't like those things!"
A-"Shut up Maryam, who doesn't like peanut butter?"
M-(sobbing) "You always do this to me, why do you always belittle me? Why?"
A-(ripping out a piece of her own hair in frustration) "Stop accusing me of things, I'm not a terrible person!" (beginning to cry) "I can't live in this house anymore!"
L-(gasping for breath) "So leave, leave me just like everyone else in my life has left me! Go be just like them! When will I find friendship, when will I find love?"
M-(between tears) "I can't do this anymore, I can't. You two suck the life out of me!"
A-(storming into her room) "Don't either of your dare talk to me unless it's to tell me that you are moving out!"
L-"I can't breathe! This place is stifling! You two oppress me! I can't be myself in my own home!"
M-"Don't either of your come near me! I hate you!" (slams her bedroom door)
L-(to herself) "They are ruining my life." (shouting) "I HATE THE REAR!"

Ok. Love ya blog!