I really do hate my dad's side of the family. Including my brother.

I've had to babysit my 31 year old brother because he's epileptic and is prone to rifling through other people's belongings. He is 12 years older than me.

Speaking of rifling, apparently, he has many guns and several hunting licences.

Hmm.

Do they let epileptics have guns? What if they start convulsing and then end up shooting err'body? Aww, SNAP, that turkey wasn't in season. Imagine all the fines they'd have to pay.

Mommy said he's prone to lying as well.

He also doesn't know how to eat baked ziti. Which is eaten like lasagna. What he did was spread it all out over the plate.

And he ate my football bread. I wanted to make a turkeybacon and cheddah sammich to go with my chiggen soup. Odd combo, yes, but I wanted it. Now I have to use cheap bunny bread. Which falls apart. And I hate waiting for butter to soften.

Germans are just so weird. Perhaps that quarter Germaness I have is causing me to attract freaks and weirdoes. I haven't had normal friends since highschool started. Of course, now it's over, and all two of my friends are in college. And I do hate calling people. Namely for the fact that I have nothing to talk about. Except complaining about my weird and illogical family. And I can't do that with them here, can I?

Lol, my neighbor got locked out of her house. I heard her yelling "You bettah open this door, you damn fool." I think it's the wife. I call the husband Cletus, 'cuz he sounds like Cletus from the Simpsons.

Also, I might possibly be going to college? I don't know. My mom wants me to go to hair cutting school. And even a professional haircutterer said I did a good job on my mother's head. So, Iunno.

It seems rather ridiculous to go to school for four years to cut hair. And dye it and all that. It doesn't seem it should take that long? Also, do they use books? It's more of a hands-on thing the way I look at it.

A concern is that I do not talk to people. I'm very awkward around them. And also, I have a fear of touching nastygreasy hair. And ethnic hair scares me. I know that if you don't do it exactly right, it'll break off. And I probably won't do it right.

I don't think I will do this. I'm not college material. I hate school. I hate it. School drained me of my life. I have no desires, no dreams, no aspirations. I just sit and do nothing.

Speaking of sitting and doing nothing.

My brother has been sitting right in the middle of the couch so no one else can sit next to him. I don't know if he expects people to sit right next to him; he hasn't bathed since he got here. And the couch is farshtunken. I think we will need a new one. I've actually chosen the floor over the couch.

He's leaving Wednesday. And tomorrow, supposedly, my dad is taking him to the airomahplane museum. Supposedly.

Tomorrow, I will gorge myself on turkeybacon and cheddah sammiches and frozen cheesecake.

If they leave.

Wednesday, after he leaves. I am stripping myself of all my clothing. Putting in my Lady Gaga: The Fame cd. Turning the volume all the way up. And with the windows open, I will Just Dance.

I've been going over to my grandmother's side of the house just to get away from him. Whenever he's asleep or if other people are over there. Though I can't trust my dad to watch him. But the two of them together is unbearable. They are both tank/plane/etc obsessed and scifi obsessed. All that's been on for the past 4 days has been the History Channel, the International History Channel, the Scifi Channel, the Military Channel, the Science Channel, and the Green Channel. I am tired of watching aliens, tanks, planes, artificial clouds, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I hate freaks.

During lunch. He was watching a show on an exploding whale. But he turned it off because he's squeamish. How lulsworthy.

I need to call Azn to complain. But she will most likely spend all the time bitching at me. And then talking about the Spanish soaps she's watching.

I guess that's enough complaining today.

G'day