Thirstyday!

Dear blog,

So today was fine, I guess, compared to yesterday (when I was annoyed with everyone around me). I've had school and other stuff to occupy me these last days, so I've been neglecting my drawings as well. Tomorrow is friday so I guess I can finish a few drawings for my portfolio then. Tonight I'm babysitting and the only plus is that those dear, sweet angels (more like snotty little brats) are off to bed. Anyway, Life's been good lately (With the occasional moodswing or car accident.) and I feel content with everything.

So last night I got into a fight with my little brother because he left the couch to go and drink something or whatever so I took his spot on the couch along with the remote. He comes back and demands I get up into the other chair. "You snooze, you loose" is all I said. Then he went all macho on me and tried to threaten me, but I stayed right where he was, so eventually, he jumped on top of me. I yelled at my mom, on the other side of the room, to come and help me but as any person in a normal state of mind, she didn't do anything and just let us fight our tug o' war. (It's okay momy, I wouldn't have helped you either) So eventually my dad got angry and said we had to share the couch, each of us in one corner. What they hadn't thought of was that I was still in posession of the remote! HAH! My dad went back to the kitchen and I told my brother that we were going to watch the swiss weather report, so I switched it to a channel where there was snow. (You know, a channel that doesn't work and theres white and black and all that jazz?) My little brother got mad after a few minutes and yelled; "Dad, why dont you come and look how mature your son is being." My dad came walking in and got mad with me, demanding I put it on a normal station. In the mean time, my brother and I were still pushing each other. Eventually I stood up and pretended to grab the tv and leave. "Yeah, that's real mature for someone in their final year" He yelled. And that got me thinking. In a year I'll be moving out, but that doesn't mean I'll be mature. Well, in a way it also does mean I'll be mature. The only thing is, I won't have to share the couch OR the tv with my little brother, and that is, best readers, why I am entitled to these little acts of immaturity.

For now I say: Adios!