Day 2 of $h*t
So, I got home last night from work, and there still was no sign of my brother. I called, he didn't answer. I'd call again, then he's send me to voicemail two seconds later. Obviously, he was seeing me calling and was ignoring my phone calls. I was getting more and more pist by the second. I seriously considered report the car as stolen, but I refuse to stoop down to Mike's level.
I waited and waited and at 3:28 AM, the door finally opened. I tried not to completely lose it, but when my brother passed by me and he smelled like pure alcohol, I lost it.
First of all, why the fuck had he locked me out and locked me out on the balcony in the first place. He had asked me if he could use my car, and I had told him no. I had to go to work so obviously, I needed my car. Taking my car and locking me out could've made me late for work or made me miss it completely. If it weren't for Indy, I would've probably been locked out there until Mike got home. Even then, I'm pretty sure he still would've left me out there. It was an immature an stupid thing to do. He's a 36 year old lawyer for God's sake. He can't keep pulling shit like that. And I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm 20 and I feel I'm more responsible than he is sometimes.
Second of all, he told me was going to go see a potential witness. As far as I'm concerned, he didn't see any potential witness. He was out for eight and a half hours and he was completely wasted. He went out to get drunk with my car that I needed to use to get to work.
Third of all, he was driving completely drunk in my new car. It is my car that he used without my permission (more like stole) and was putting it danger because he was intoxicated.
I was pist. I started trying to talk to him and tell him how stupid and immature he was acting. All he did was laugh (that stupid drunk laugh) and stumble to the guest room. He clumsily crawled into bed and passed out a few seconds later. This was ridiculous.
This morning, I made sure to be extra quiet when I got up to go to school. I plan to go in there with a pot in a few minutes and hit it with a spoon and bang it right next to his head. That ought to wake him up. I know it's a bit immature, but that's the best way to wake him up that I can think of and get the message across that I'm pist (and I'm pretty sure he'd do that to me too for no reason if I were hung over... actually I think he might've done it to me before).
I need to make it very clear to him that he's being a jackass and that he needs to grow up and not treat me like crap all the time.
The good thing is that Indy left me a surprise on the table. Two tickets to the midnight showing of the new Indiana Jones movie. Exactly what I wanted to do.
I waited and waited and at 3:28 AM, the door finally opened. I tried not to completely lose it, but when my brother passed by me and he smelled like pure alcohol, I lost it.
First of all, why the fuck had he locked me out and locked me out on the balcony in the first place. He had asked me if he could use my car, and I had told him no. I had to go to work so obviously, I needed my car. Taking my car and locking me out could've made me late for work or made me miss it completely. If it weren't for Indy, I would've probably been locked out there until Mike got home. Even then, I'm pretty sure he still would've left me out there. It was an immature an stupid thing to do. He's a 36 year old lawyer for God's sake. He can't keep pulling shit like that. And I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm 20 and I feel I'm more responsible than he is sometimes.
Second of all, he told me was going to go see a potential witness. As far as I'm concerned, he didn't see any potential witness. He was out for eight and a half hours and he was completely wasted. He went out to get drunk with my car that I needed to use to get to work.
Third of all, he was driving completely drunk in my new car. It is my car that he used without my permission (more like stole) and was putting it danger because he was intoxicated.
I was pist. I started trying to talk to him and tell him how stupid and immature he was acting. All he did was laugh (that stupid drunk laugh) and stumble to the guest room. He clumsily crawled into bed and passed out a few seconds later. This was ridiculous.
This morning, I made sure to be extra quiet when I got up to go to school. I plan to go in there with a pot in a few minutes and hit it with a spoon and bang it right next to his head. That ought to wake him up. I know it's a bit immature, but that's the best way to wake him up that I can think of and get the message across that I'm pist (and I'm pretty sure he'd do that to me too for no reason if I were hung over... actually I think he might've done it to me before).
I need to make it very clear to him that he's being a jackass and that he needs to grow up and not treat me like crap all the time.
The good thing is that Indy left me a surprise on the table. Two tickets to the midnight showing of the new Indiana Jones movie. Exactly what I wanted to do.
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