Wednesday, September 14, 2005

   Pros and Cons of my bro going back to university.
You see, he goes to a university an hour away from home, so he doesn't live at home (like me... my university is just the next city over--like a ten-minute drive between towns, and a thirty or forty minute drive to campus from my house. (it's longer for me since I usually take the bus, though. but that's okay. really...) However, my big bro lives at home during the holidays and summer, as well as coming home the odd weekend.

There are both good things and bad things about him being gone.

Cons:

I have to do way more housework. I have this phobia of housework. It's so not even funny.

He takes all the fun computer games with him, which is okay, because they're *his* after all... but it still sucks.

My mother and I are both mentally ill and bounce off of each other something fierce, whether it be depression, irritation, anger... whatever. My bro is a VERY good buffer--and he likes spending more time with her than I do.

He doesn't get irritated when my mouth refuses to shut and I yack him to death. And he doesn't just tolerate it... he LISTENS to me and responds, even if I'm just rambling. I swear, he's the best bro on the planet!

He's funnier than our mom. She's funny, too... but she's usually in a bad mood. Understandably.

He takes the dvd player that we put downstairs with him. Yeah, I understand. We have a dvd player upstairs, too. But it's so enmeshed with the VAST amount of electronics in the family room that I can't take it downstairs. And I can't take the computer upstairs. Therefore I am sadly without a dvd player. Do you have ANY idea how much that limits what I can watch?! I NEED to have something on! The silence makes me twitchy! It does! Actually, I'm bipolar, I get twitchy at one hell of a lot of things...

Pros:
I can walk around with less modest clothing when it's hot, seeing as it's only me and my mom. I don't wear anything too revealing, but I have to be oh-so-careful about what I wear when my bro's around.

He can't hog the computer. Even though it's me that usually does that, when he's gone I have NO competition. Ah, my precious computer... which I hug a lot... seriously. AND I call it 'my precious'. Yes I know I sound cheesily like Gollum. Let's pretend I don't, shall we?

He can't interrupt me when I'm concentrating. I feel bad not listening and responding, but it's hard when I'm writing or reading fanfic! I have enough trouble concentrating, thank you very much. It takes an average of three readings of a sentence before something sinks in.

He can't play the SNES StarFox game. The sounds on that make me want to kill the damn thing.

I can watch any movie I want as many times as I want since my mom's almost ALWAYS, as in like 99.9999999% upstairs and he's not there to say "not Lion King AGAIN!" (I only watch Disney cartoon movies for the music! I swear! ... I DO!)

He doesn't drink my Pepsi (okay, so it's everyone's, but I'm used to monopolising it. My mom doesn't like it and my bro can stand Coke (I can't *shudder*) so I want him to drink that.) Oh, Pepsi... my precious... (really, I call it that. along with my computer. I can't decide which is more precious. I can't live without either.)

That's all I can think of. So you see my dilemma... oh well. That's life. It's the ninth semester he hasn't been here. We get over these things.

Not that I'm getting over my mental breakdown any time soon... damn.

How's everyone?!
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