Firstly, I was in the bathroom last night cleaning my face and washing my hands. We were previously duking it out over the computer, and our dad sent us to bed. Lame punishment, eh? Because all we do is stay up till 11 playing Mario on my DS. ANYWAYS... I can totally tell that she is going to try and scare me, because it's completely silent outside the bathroom, except for a few squeaks and muffled movements. She's a total ninja (as if). I walk into my room, scanning it carefully to see where she is.
WAIT? Is that an elephant hiding under my comforter? HMM... I wonder where that lanky know-it-all could be?
Then she pops out of my bed and goes, "AHHHH!"
HOLY CRAP, YOU GOT ME! Not. Loser.
I walk right over to my bed and FIRMLY demand her to get her bony little arse off of it. When she does, I notice a HUGE (exaggeration, it was less than the size of a tennis ball, but more than a quarter.) wet stain where her head was. Now, call me a bitch for accusing her of DROOLING on my bed, but hello? It wasn't like it was water dripping from her ears? BESIDES, THE LAST TIME SHE SHOWERED WAS LIKE, long enough ago for me not to remember.
So I yell to her (even though she's beside me) "DID YOU DROOL ON MY BED?" I was pretty pissed, because she had already been getting on my nerves earlier that day (even though I don't really remember what she was doing, which is exactly why I'm starting to mark that stuff down) and on top of that, she was sick. That sticky, slimy, dirt chewing maggot was on my bed, drooling like a dog and wiping her sick body all over my pillow and sheets.
I screamed at her, completely disgusted that I actually had to sleep on that tonight, and forced her to go clean up her globbery mess while I peacefully started my homework (I know, I'm such a procrastinator)
Finally, she cleans up the mess and goes back to wiping her wet hands on my comforter. Eew?
Then, she takes my DS and starts playing with it, and the volumes on FULL.
I just got up from my desk and literally ripped it off her hands before I had to dip it in a bowl of lysol.
NOW, normally, I wouldn't care if someone sick touched my DS, or my bed. If my friends were, I wouldn't care. If they drooled on my bed, then, YEAH I might get a little mad. I know it's ironic to find it more disgusting that my sister is sick all over my bed, but hey, we've all got our arch nemesis? I just have to sleep in the same room as mine.
So, I get up this morning and go downstairs to play on the computer. My dad and her are out at her hockey practice, so I've got some freedom from her. Until she gets home, which I had been dreading all morning.
Every thing's fine, I'm sitting on the couch watching the TV. You know that spot on the couch that is closest to the TV, and everyone wants to sit there so they get a good view? WELL, I'm sitting there. And I'm enjoying it.
They get home, she sits next to me, and I don't really mind because I'm in a good mood, just because. I get up to go change upstairs, and it's kind of an unwriten rule that you don't take people's seats, no? Just like at the movies, you don't take people's spots in line when they get a friend to save it for them.
I come downstairs and she's in my seat. Ahh, no prob. A little pleadig and yelling will get her to budge.
me- "I was sitting there" (not the most polite way to get her to move, but I've got authority, and I was making it KNOWN.)
her- "So? You left."
me- "I left to change smarty. Move, that was my seat"
her- "no, you left, so I moved here"
*pause* she's got this pleading tone in her voice, she knows that I have the better argument going here, and the bigger arms to clobber her if she doesn't ;))
*play*
me- "SO? I left to CHANGE. MOVE over."
her- "nooo, I wa...s... mmm.... he....re...e..." MUMBLE THIS, MUMBLE THAT. Pardon me for wanting to be cleanly! She is going to move whether she likes it or not.
me- "DAD, you knew I was sitting there, tell her to move."
him- "sort it out yourselves" (thanks tips, but we're trying to do that!)
her- "nooo, please! I was sittiing here..."
me- "uhhh, no you weren't. I was, now move. end of story."
FINALLY, I get her to move. I have regained my seat AT LAST!
My sister isn't always bad, she's just extremely annoying. Like, today, we're watching march madness, and she's yelling to the people at the TV to go to the "base line" or "PASS!" like she knows what she's talking about. Then, after they do something, she yells "good play" or, when they score a nice basket, she YELLS at the top of her lungs, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" When she has nothing else to say, she goes "this is intense" She totally needs a lesson on how to shut up during games before someone who actually knows what they're talking about tells her to themselves.
And that would be embarrassing.
You may think I'm really mean, but trust me, you have nooo idea what she is capable of, really. And, I know that sometimes I can be just as bad, if not worse than her, you would still have no idea how bad she is.
Sisterly LOVE!
OOOH, I discovered that James Paterson is coming out with another book for the Maximum Ride series!!!! AHHH! It's called ANGEL. Now, the first 4 were good, MAX was even better, FANG was to DIE for and ANGEL? Well, angel I hope, is going to be FRICKEN AWESOME!
BTW, don't pre-order it, take the advice from a trustworthy friend:
http://mrspuppy-simi.blogspot.com/
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