There is one thing that I don't get in this world... well theres a few things but at teh moment there's one thing on my mind... Picture this. Every day (almost) I go onto facebook. I guess I'm an addict to apps like Make A Baby, but thats another story. One of the things that really gets me is when I see my fellow classmates and friends with their siblings. Normally this wouldn't be a problem... but then I see that their playfully taking happy pictures with their siblings and writting about what fun they had at the beach today. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm happy that my friends have such good relationships with their siblings. But theres just one thing that bites me in the ass. The green-eyed monster named jelousy. You see, my brother and I have an... okay relationship. But he'd never let me hang out with his friends, hug him or take pictures with him. In fact if I tried any of the above, I would get pummeled into the carpet. Which would make my mom angry because a) there'd be one less child in the house, making her son a murder and b) there is now a big ugly stain in the carpet, and no ammount of spot cleaner is going to get that one out. Now. I love my brother. I can say that without stuttering or flinching. I love everyone in my family. But I'm smart enough to know that the stereo-typical family love will never happen in our household. But if I know this, then why do I still want that kind of relationship with my siblings? Just this morning I was heartbroken to hear my sister say something about me to her friends about me sleeping in all the time... though it is true ^_^" I can't help it though... I really love sleeping and dreaming. Thats where I get all of my story ideas ^w^ But when I hear my sister complain and moan about me it hurts... sleeping in isn't that big of a deal. I admit. I complain as well... but I complain when my sister is being a bit of a cow to me or wont leave me alone when I'm trying to talk to a friend. I love her to pieces, though. It's just sometimes when I'm writing she walks in without knocking and starts talking to me. Not something you want to do when I'm emoing (as I like to call it). Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I'm sleep deprived from writing my fan fictions at four in the morning. But one things for sure... I need to start mowing the lawn ^_^"
