I woke up early this morning to check my grades, which I'm pretty pleased with, and then went out to the kitchen as usual. I quietly opened the door to the kitchen and closed it behind me, not slamming. 'GOD, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO LOUD?' he yelled, making me flinch as his voice hurt my sensitive morning ears. So as to have an argument of not saying a word to him though he complained of the nonexistent noise i was supposedly making, I passed by him without a word. I looked around for my mom, and after I didn't find her. asked him where she was. No response. After the third time asking he screeched 'SHE'S STILL IN BED, CAN'T YOU TELL THAT? GOD, YOU'RE SO STUPID.' I was clicking around, checking my grades some more on my laptop, which I'd brought out with me, when he made a disgusted noise and pushed his chair away from the computer where he'd been doing something or another. 'Why'd you log into your iTunes on my iPod?' he accused, voice at a somewhat normal volume. I told him I hadn't, and he fumed 'Well, you logged into it on this computer so my iPod logged in to it too.' What the heck? So now it's my fault when his iPod does something stupid. Goed, don't even go there. I told him that was unfair, and then he yelled at me for logging into iTunes on the computer instead of doing it on the other one. I told him this one had all of the Library, and I didn't know if the other one did, so I liked to use this one and he went all blaming me for not using my OWN computer, which doesn't have any songs on it, and then bitched about not having a computer.
He's such a brat sometimes. I got my computer less than a year ago, as a priveledge for going into High School, and he wants one NOW because he's such a little prick that he can't just share with the rest of us (we have at least TWO other computers he could use for school and anything else he wanted to, he doesn't even need his own) and he claims he won't be happy until he gets a Mac.
This whole thing is pretty much just pure stupidity, and it all spawned from the fact that my parents are lettinghim get a phone. AT THE END OF 6TH GRADE!?!? I didn't get mine til I turned 13, and I was one of the first of my friends to get one... Even when I didn't have one, I didn't bitch about it so much. Sure, I tried to heckle my mom into letting me have one just a bit, but nowhere near as much as he does it. ;-; And even worse, he may be getting an iPhone. Which is the epitome of unfairness. Cause I still have the same crappy phone from when I first got a phone, and though it works fine, does it seem fair at all that i should have this piece of shit when he has something so nice?
And this is his present for 'good grades'... A standard come up with by my parents thats a whole LETTER GRADE higher for me than for my brother. When they first came up with it, my dad was like 'oh, so brother, if you get all a's and b's then you'll get a reward at the end of the semester.' turns to me and goes 'you too, a's and b's' but then my mom goes 'nonono, she has to get all a's' which made me like wtffff but it worked cause if I had the option of my parents being okay with b's, I would have worked probably half as hard as I did. :/ So because of this whole phone thing, he now thinks that nothing will be denied of him. And he's stillbothering my parents about getting a Macbook because they haven
t sat him down and screamed 'NO FREAKING WAY' in his face, so there's no room for confusion. Cause I know that's what it'll take to get him to bugger off.
Oh and the other thing, texting. My brother's been talking about texting for months now, he started researching it before he was even possibly getting a phone. Again, something unneccesary that I never complained about not having. My dad even asked me if I wanted it for my good-grades reward, and I told him no, it was just another thing to distract me from practicing and homework and stuff. I don't wanna watse my life away texting everyone about every stupid little thing.
He came in here a few minutes ago to apologize. Not because he noticed I stormed off after five minutes of his yelling and stupid accusations, but because I told my mom what happened (this happens like every day) and she MADE him come back her and say he was sorry. First he yelled it down the hallway, which made me know he didn't mean it, and even when he came to the door and looked me in the eye, the words obviously had no meaning, the way he slowly said each one in that tone you's use when talking to someone you know you're smarter than who's slightly hard of hearing. Really now? I don't blast my ears out with my stupid iTouch 24/7, and I got hella better grades then you little mister, so you better freaking be sorry.
Sorry to rant, I know I said I wouldn't I'm just really pissed right now.
Defy gravity.
-Izzy
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