So I'm lying in my bed with my computer, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, thinking to myself "I should probably be reading." then "I need a life." it goes on believe me. I continued to think about how boring and lonely this pass summer has been. I really didn't do anything, in fact I could tell you the pattern I followed.
Beginning: Watch YouTube and Television [on my computer] non-stop.
Middle: Read. Nothing but books twenty-four seven.
Not quite out of the middle: Balance both reading and YouTube.
End: YouTube and Buffy. No reading.
I feel this pattern is somewhat ridiculous, considering my sister went to Australia for a month, out with friends, the beach, on dates with her boyfriend, and pretty much anywhere but our house. This made me realize how completely different me and my sister are.
She doesn't mind her side of our room to be cluttered. Me? I flip if I leave underwear on the floor for more than five seconds. She likes to collect and keep things. I can't stand to keep stuff I don't use or want. She sleeps with the radio playing. I have to wear earplugs to get a decent nights sleep. Her boyfriend calls her at unspeakable times [okay eleven, but still?] at night. I sit and wonder why guys [or anyone for that matter] don't text or call me at unreasonable hours just to hear my voice. As you can tell, us being in the same room is difficult. I can't do or throw out anything without her approval [unless its my stuff, then to hell with it]. But for the past fourteen years of my life I've survived my opposite and hopefully within two years she'll be off to college becoming a teacher, and I get peaceful nights with a well-organized, clutter-free room. That's a dream if I ever read one. Wait, no getting a guy to call is bigger. In fact I've only called a guy once. Just to get directions to a solar car race. Wow, I'm lame...and lonely...
Thanks to you if you read the entire rant. The boyfriend is due to call, so I'm gonna get to sleep.
Bye!♥
