I cannot even begin to describe the utter hatred I feel for my brother. When I do my homework, I like quiet, peace of mind, no little annoying looks over my shoulder or the sound of him clicking his way through the pictures on the camera, in my room. Goodness, just because he's got nothing on his shoulders weighing him down doesn't mean I don't. If only he could understand something in his godamn life. Honestly, I fear what will become of him in the future. His attitude and behavior are that of a first grader: immature, irresponsible, indifferent to school.
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I ever feel is lost. POR QUE?! It's always like this. This stupid, darn perpetual sense of just being in a void is incredibly vexing.
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I love making lists. I don't know why. My affinity for it is ginormous. Almost to the point of insanity.

This weekend...

1. Play Wii 1-2 hrs
2. Finish WHAP Ch.14 notes and notecards
3. Finish Spanish and English by Saturday
   
4. Finish reading Rash

More to come... WOW this is a first. How surprising. I actually completed everything on my To-Do list! CELEBRATION TIME!...in the form of studying for my Chemistry quiz tomorrow.
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has been going on for some time now, but I've finally mustered enough courage to say it: I fucking wish i could fucking chop my dad's hand off when he knocks on the headboard above his bed.
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October 2008

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