Long story short, my brother has absolutely no respect for me. He has his stupid, loud, obnoxious friends over practically every day, ALL day, so I'm always having to run back to Mommy's room to do my homework because I can't concentrate because they're too DAMN LOUD. All they do is play video games and computer games and blast their crappy music and laugh and yell at the top of their lungs and I'm TIRED OF ITTT.



I've been sick lately. Not horribly ill, but I've had a nasty cold of some sort since I came back from A-fest. For some reason it hit its peak today, so all I do is lie in bed in pain, drink mint tea, and watch kid movies. However, I have a class due tomorrow, so I have to finish that today, whilst I feel like death warmed up. And as I'm starting, Merlon comes back home from his class of the day, with his stupid friends and their stupid loud laughter and their stupid video games. So, while I'm distracted with feeling like crap, I have to put up with THAT, too.

So what do I do? Cry to Ada. Merlon and his friends are just kind of like 'psh whatever shut up, Drake' when I complain about their noise level, but they listen when Daddy tells them whodunnit and wutfor. So Dad tells them to be quieter because I'm trying to finish English, and I feel like crap. And they agree. For a little while. And now, once again, they're in there being obnoxious, and Daddy's gone so I can't give him puppy dog eyes and ask him to kick them out. Mom's too much of a dork to kick them out.

So I'm frustrated and tired and feeling crappy and can't concentrate on my class. Why can't Merlon have just a modicum of respect for me, especially when I'm sick? I do all kinds of shit for him when he's sick, not to mention I never have loud, disruptive friends over. So why won't he just show a little sympathy and for one day — ONE DAY IS ALL I ASK — keep his friends away so I can live in peace? Just once!

*collapses of stress and ill and anger* *pathetic sniffle*