Tuesday, April 5, 2005

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Well, I still feel like crap. I had a rough night last night. I was up late because I was so depressed. My parents have now decided that my brother can commandeer the computer in my room over the weekend, every weekend. The one chance I have to relax in the week is now under his control when it comes to being in my room and being obnoxious. I use the computer to enhance my creativity and head a frikken' Prayer Ring, and he uses it to play his stupid little Runescape crap and rot his brain. I think what I do is a little more important then what he does. I'm not even asking him to keep off the computer, just to let me use it when I want to. But no, that ai'nt going to happen. I hate my brother. If he was anyone else in the world other then my own flesh and blood, I'd have no problem at all never seeing him again in my life. He enjoys pissing me off, which ruins my creativity.
My parents SAY they're not biased towards him, but they are. It's so freaking obvious. Odd how it's always the good kids that behave right get screwed over, isn't it?

I barely slept at all last night. I feel like such a wuss whining about this miniscule crap when you guys are the ones that really have it bad. But what am I doing wrong? I'm being the best I can, and all I get is more restrictions and crap. I hate how my family works. It's absolute garbage. I don't get what else my parents could possibly expect of me.

That chic Marcy on my bus didn't help much either. Here's a synopsis of what happened:

Logan: (*sitting in his seat listening to music with his back-pack in the empty seat across the aisle*)

Marcy: (*walks up to the seat with Logan's back-pack on it, sits on his stuff making it creak, and sets her back-pack down*)

Logan: "Are you sitting on my book-bag?"

Marcy: "..."

Logan: "Please don't do that. If you need more space, I can move it."

Marcy: "OK." (*gets off his back-pack, picks it up and chucks it onto the aisle floor making it go "crunch"*)

Logan: "What the crap!? What'd you do that for!?"

Marcy: "..."

Logan: "Sheesh, Marcy. Why do you have to be such a bi--- about little stuff like this?"

Marcy: "'Cuz I'll be a bi--- if I want to."

Logan: "Geeze, I guess it's 'that time of month' again for you, isn't it?"

Marcy: "No, I just like being a bi--- to nobody 'cept you."

I wanted to frikken' knock her teeth out and tell her some more nasty crap, but I'd just be sinking down to her level. It may sound like I'm just throwing a pity-party and saying "I'm such a good Christian for feeling bad about this", but I sort of feel bad about calling her what I did. She deserved to be called that in my opinion, but Jesus wouldn't have retaliated like that.

Marcy thinks she's Queen Latifa or something. I don't mean to mention race as an actual thing with social meaning, I mean it as the way ignorant people view attitudes and personas. Marcy thinks she's sooooooo "black". You know what I mean by people who use their race as a mold for their attitude. Come on, fess up, we all know what a "wigger" and some of you what a "chigger" means. You guys are mature, so I can talk about stuff like this with you. Well, Marcy is African American in race, but she tries to make herself look big by putting on the "little Mrs. Thang" attitude. She thinks she's so "black" that the oil light will come on when she steps out of a car.

*sigh*, I'm not feeling to good guys, I really had a crappy Spring Break and now it's just going to get worse. I'll see you all later.

And I have a special request for you guys. jenifer92 is in a comma in the hospital, and she and her family really need our support. Her family will check her PM's, so please PM her with support.

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