*irritation*
Gah. *grumble*
Sister's rant here. EDIT: Or was. looks like she deleted it.
oh dont bitch at me. You always say the same thing (though usually without all the cursing -- what is it with teens and the sudden explosion of cursing? I'm including myself in that comment). I've already explained to you why I get irritated with you bossing me around.
About the scholarships? I'm stupid. Yeah, I'm in agreement with you. But what you probably havent notices is when i'm "sitting around on my ass on the computer all day" is that I look up loans and checking on the state of the scholarships I did apply for. However, my inability to keep my emotional state level, I try to avoid stressful things -- again, yes, stupid. Better than self-injury.
Ok, now I'll start at the top at addressing your...sources of irritation.
Getting up at 830. Silly me, I didnt fall asleep until maybe four in the morning, at the earliest. So I was bleary-eyed as the rest of you come morning. At least I set the alarm. Otherwise, no one would have woken up. Mum called at the same time the alarm went off, and I had to get up and get the phone. Wouldn't have woken for the phone only, so without the bouncy alarm, we would have been sleeping when the bug guy came. So yes, I was trying to get you guys up, because as it stood, it was nearly 840 when both of you got out of bed. And the bug guy came early -- 850 or 855.
About throwing stuff on you. Frankly, there was no room in the room to put the pillows and blanket but your bed, and you were supposed to wake up anyway. I had to push the bed under, duh. Aren't you happy that I did it of my own volition this time?
Re: the dog. I was letting in the bug man when I asked you. You sat on the couch. I was going to show the bug man where to spray, and you still were sitting on your ass, staring at me instead of getting up and helping me. Finally, instead of trying to pound the fact that i /needed your help/ into your skull, I just called for Hannah to start showing the man where in her bedroom the ants were coming. Excuse me, but I didn't want to make my youngest sister responsible for leading him around. I didn't want to leave her alone with him in the first place. So excuse me for being pissy because you didn't do something I asked you to.
Re: always being blamed. One, its a joke -- the middle child gets the blame, blah blah blah. I hope you are intelligent enough to recognize when people are joking/teasing. (I have a hard time with this on occasion, but you seem to be more socially adept than myself.) When everyone is being yelled at, I believe the yelling gets partitioned equally to whoever's within hearing range. Believe me, Daddy gets yelled at more often than you. When you are yelled at, its because you're on the computer/watching tv, why don't you find something else to do? type thing, not really yelling. Or, you and Hannah were doing something, and then suddenly Hannah runs off upset. Since you were the only one interacting with her, its assumed that either you made her upset or you know what made her upset. Hence why you are confronted. Also, you have moods sometimes in which you are being a brat and don't seem to care about others feelings -- whether this is from lack of sleep or stress varies. Everyone has their off-days, and gets yelled at for it. About yesterday's fiasco -- you weren't the only one yelled at. But I'll let you in on something -- when you ask for help, actually listen to the people who are trying to help. Don't blow off something huffily ("I know already! Stop telling me the same thing!"), and /listen/ to the instructions you're given. I was irritated because you were obviously stressed and had to get the document printed ASAP, and you weren't listening to simple directions I gave you in order to have the file accessible. Then you completed the picture of bratty immaturity by slamming the keyboard drawer, causing the keyboard and mouse to either crash to the floor or crunch against the crossbar under the desk. Wonderful. I can understand the frustration aspect, and the panic aspect, but you need to control your violent tendencies. I work mine out by merely threatening people, or by repressing and ignoring everything.
Re: friends. Most teens want to hang out with their friends and avoid their families, especially siblings. I'm a freak. *shrug* But how are our parents "weird like that"? You don't ask for your friends to come over, or to go places. Both of our parents work, as does our grandmother. I don't drive, which I'm sure you've been resentful over in the past. So there is a good reason for when they can't take you. But they normally do. Unless you don't like the fact that they won't let you go to the beach without adult supervision. Big deal. They don't want anything bad happening.
Re: car. Most teens want a car. Again, I'm a freak, and terrified of driving. However, most teens also don't want to have to pay for the car, pay for the gas, pay for the tune-ups/oil jobs/tires/etc, pay for the car insurance, pay for their own insurance.... I hope you get the picture. I can't believe that you would be upset with our parents for being unable to afford a car for you. Have you SEEN how expensive cars are? And you'd need a job to pay for the gas, nevermind all the insurance stuff. Which is also very expensive. (Another reason I don't want anything to do with driving -- I'll have enough expenses just with school, without any extra money going to entertainment, and heck, food.)
Oh, and about you cleaning up? Mum cleans everything up. Not you. And you have this irritating habit of leaving your stuff around, and then one day, have a fit because /you/ decided to pick up yourself, and the entire world didn't shift to accomodate you. Ok, so I exaggerate. MY entire world doesn't shift. So here's the scenario. You're as much of a slob (maybe more) than I am for a week, two weeks. One day, your obsessive-compulsive cleaning trait kicks in. I have a day, maybe three days worth of clothes to put away, and some jewelry out of place, and the bed's not pushed under. Oh yes, lets not forget the bag. I didn't stuff my bags into my invisible hammerspace. You completely freak out, despite the fact that just yesterday, you had a pile of clothes twice as high as mine out, your dirty clothes are in front of the closet, your bed was unmade (and you never made a comment about my bed) and /your/ bags were scattered in front of my drawers, some practically in the trashcan. Your folders are /still/ piled up on your half of the dresser, as are your purse, socks, books, etc, while I have some papers and disks in a neat pile on mine with a few knicknacks, and my makeup/jewelry cases exactly where they should be. I'm lazy about finding a place for my bags, because I know that there is no place I can keep them /within reach/ with out you complaining that they're in the way. There's a place in the back of the closet where our /unused/ bags go, but I use my bags, or the contents, and therefore need them out of the closet. And did I mention that your bags were in front of my dresser, when you complain if I have books in front of yours? You are such a hypocrite.
I do clean, but if its when commanded, yes, I do need someone to make sure I'm doing it because I usually get sidetracked.
Oh, and though I'm sure you've calmed down by now (unless I riled you up with my counter"rant"), forget the spoon, gag yourself with a sock. Maybe it'll give you time to think before you vent.
In Other (less pissy) News:
You have many varieties. You may be paired with Harry, Ron, or even Snape. It is hardly ever a problem that you're gay, only that your crush is supposed to be your enemy (or your teacher). You are sometimes tormented by your feelings, moping until something happens to force you and your crush together. Other times, you are extraordinarily open about it, teasing the boy of your affections until he finally comes out (bad pun) of his shell and says that he likes you too. Once you and your crush get together, you are sweet and affectionate, but bitchy enough to stay in character. You are nearly every HP slash fan's favorite. Explains the long description here, doesn't it?
Find out which Draco you are.
Yay, a happy point!
Sister's rant here. EDIT: Or was. looks like she deleted it.
oh dont bitch at me. You always say the same thing (though usually without all the cursing -- what is it with teens and the sudden explosion of cursing? I'm including myself in that comment). I've already explained to you why I get irritated with you bossing me around.
About the scholarships? I'm stupid. Yeah, I'm in agreement with you. But what you probably havent notices is when i'm "sitting around on my ass on the computer all day" is that I look up loans and checking on the state of the scholarships I did apply for. However, my inability to keep my emotional state level, I try to avoid stressful things -- again, yes, stupid. Better than self-injury.
Ok, now I'll start at the top at addressing your...sources of irritation.
Getting up at 830. Silly me, I didnt fall asleep until maybe four in the morning, at the earliest. So I was bleary-eyed as the rest of you come morning. At least I set the alarm. Otherwise, no one would have woken up. Mum called at the same time the alarm went off, and I had to get up and get the phone. Wouldn't have woken for the phone only, so without the bouncy alarm, we would have been sleeping when the bug guy came. So yes, I was trying to get you guys up, because as it stood, it was nearly 840 when both of you got out of bed. And the bug guy came early -- 850 or 855.
About throwing stuff on you. Frankly, there was no room in the room to put the pillows and blanket but your bed, and you were supposed to wake up anyway. I had to push the bed under, duh. Aren't you happy that I did it of my own volition this time?
Re: the dog. I was letting in the bug man when I asked you. You sat on the couch. I was going to show the bug man where to spray, and you still were sitting on your ass, staring at me instead of getting up and helping me. Finally, instead of trying to pound the fact that i /needed your help/ into your skull, I just called for Hannah to start showing the man where in her bedroom the ants were coming. Excuse me, but I didn't want to make my youngest sister responsible for leading him around. I didn't want to leave her alone with him in the first place. So excuse me for being pissy because you didn't do something I asked you to.
Re: always being blamed. One, its a joke -- the middle child gets the blame, blah blah blah. I hope you are intelligent enough to recognize when people are joking/teasing. (I have a hard time with this on occasion, but you seem to be more socially adept than myself.) When everyone is being yelled at, I believe the yelling gets partitioned equally to whoever's within hearing range. Believe me, Daddy gets yelled at more often than you. When you are yelled at, its because you're on the computer/watching tv, why don't you find something else to do? type thing, not really yelling. Or, you and Hannah were doing something, and then suddenly Hannah runs off upset. Since you were the only one interacting with her, its assumed that either you made her upset or you know what made her upset. Hence why you are confronted. Also, you have moods sometimes in which you are being a brat and don't seem to care about others feelings -- whether this is from lack of sleep or stress varies. Everyone has their off-days, and gets yelled at for it. About yesterday's fiasco -- you weren't the only one yelled at. But I'll let you in on something -- when you ask for help, actually listen to the people who are trying to help. Don't blow off something huffily ("I know already! Stop telling me the same thing!"), and /listen/ to the instructions you're given. I was irritated because you were obviously stressed and had to get the document printed ASAP, and you weren't listening to simple directions I gave you in order to have the file accessible. Then you completed the picture of bratty immaturity by slamming the keyboard drawer, causing the keyboard and mouse to either crash to the floor or crunch against the crossbar under the desk. Wonderful. I can understand the frustration aspect, and the panic aspect, but you need to control your violent tendencies. I work mine out by merely threatening people, or by repressing and ignoring everything.
Re: friends. Most teens want to hang out with their friends and avoid their families, especially siblings. I'm a freak. *shrug* But how are our parents "weird like that"? You don't ask for your friends to come over, or to go places. Both of our parents work, as does our grandmother. I don't drive, which I'm sure you've been resentful over in the past. So there is a good reason for when they can't take you. But they normally do. Unless you don't like the fact that they won't let you go to the beach without adult supervision. Big deal. They don't want anything bad happening.
Re: car. Most teens want a car. Again, I'm a freak, and terrified of driving. However, most teens also don't want to have to pay for the car, pay for the gas, pay for the tune-ups/oil jobs/tires/etc, pay for the car insurance, pay for their own insurance.... I hope you get the picture. I can't believe that you would be upset with our parents for being unable to afford a car for you. Have you SEEN how expensive cars are? And you'd need a job to pay for the gas, nevermind all the insurance stuff. Which is also very expensive. (Another reason I don't want anything to do with driving -- I'll have enough expenses just with school, without any extra money going to entertainment, and heck, food.)
Oh, and about you cleaning up? Mum cleans everything up. Not you. And you have this irritating habit of leaving your stuff around, and then one day, have a fit because /you/ decided to pick up yourself, and the entire world didn't shift to accomodate you. Ok, so I exaggerate. MY entire world doesn't shift. So here's the scenario. You're as much of a slob (maybe more) than I am for a week, two weeks. One day, your obsessive-compulsive cleaning trait kicks in. I have a day, maybe three days worth of clothes to put away, and some jewelry out of place, and the bed's not pushed under. Oh yes, lets not forget the bag. I didn't stuff my bags into my invisible hammerspace. You completely freak out, despite the fact that just yesterday, you had a pile of clothes twice as high as mine out, your dirty clothes are in front of the closet, your bed was unmade (and you never made a comment about my bed) and /your/ bags were scattered in front of my drawers, some practically in the trashcan. Your folders are /still/ piled up on your half of the dresser, as are your purse, socks, books, etc, while I have some papers and disks in a neat pile on mine with a few knicknacks, and my makeup/jewelry cases exactly where they should be. I'm lazy about finding a place for my bags, because I know that there is no place I can keep them /within reach/ with out you complaining that they're in the way. There's a place in the back of the closet where our /unused/ bags go, but I use my bags, or the contents, and therefore need them out of the closet. And did I mention that your bags were in front of my dresser, when you complain if I have books in front of yours? You are such a hypocrite.
I do clean, but if its when commanded, yes, I do need someone to make sure I'm doing it because I usually get sidetracked.
Oh, and though I'm sure you've calmed down by now (unless I riled you up with my counter"rant"), forget the spoon, gag yourself with a sock. Maybe it'll give you time to think before you vent.
In Other (less pissy) News:
You have many varieties. You may be paired with Harry, Ron, or even Snape. It is hardly ever a problem that you're gay, only that your crush is supposed to be your enemy (or your teacher). You are sometimes tormented by your feelings, moping until something happens to force you and your crush together. Other times, you are extraordinarily open about it, teasing the boy of your affections until he finally comes out (bad pun) of his shell and says that he likes you too. Once you and your crush get together, you are sweet and affectionate, but bitchy enough to stay in character. You are nearly every HP slash fan's favorite. Explains the long description here, doesn't it?
Find out which Draco you are.
Yay, a happy point!