21/08/2011

the day before i made my brother pinky promise me that he'd finish his speech and his contract task by saturday. cause if he did i'd let him play on the computer as long as he kept his promise - proving that he could still finish his word despite playing games.

BUT IT WAS SUNDAY NIGHT, 11:SOMETHING AND HE WAS RUSHING HIS SPEECH. (it was about chimpanzees taking over the world and that he believed it would be possible - yeah, it was a free topic speech this week).

so when he was walking into my room i did that whole poof chest out i-am-really-not-bulliable pose and that whole pointing at his chest thing. like the bully in these:

yeah, all it took was a google image search of 'bullying'
it's an overrated bullying pose.

and so he walked back and walked into the walk behind him. and hit his head. so he said ow. but nicely, like how you say ow when someone pokes your back at school but then forget about it. and i was like 'i thought you said you'd finish your speech by saturday?!' and then that menacing glare ... a bit like this:

and then proceeded to walk into my bedroom to set my alarm clock for tomorrow. i was lying on my bed with my legs dangling when ...

OOMPH! yeah, my brother kicked the soles of my foot. like i was wearing slippers with hard soles (so it must have hurt for him too?) and he kicked me, sending my foot flying ...

into the air. no, not across the room :P

well yeah. it hurt. but not too much. just a spasm of pain like when you twist your ankle, nothing more. so i pretended nothing happened (cause that's what i always do - but joanna says dont do that :( im sorry, i forgot. its my default action) and my mum was like :D jason why you do that for?! and jason goes 'she hit my head omg AND IT HURTS LIKE HELL!!!! in that irritated, angry, exasperated tone that is so annoying.

and then he walks into my room. i prepare to hear my lamp fall, my chair to be overturned, my desk to be broken ... something.

and then i heard him turn on the computer.

and then some shredding.

me: ... is that my maths homework? no ... they're mainly sheets. it was the ripping sound of print paper, not sheets. and i couldnt figure out what it was. so i went into my room to get my clothes to shower. i didnt even try figure out what he ripped cause:

1. i had to try and look like i didnt care (mistake 2, i know)
2. even if i tried, i wouldnt find it. i wasnt wearing my glasses.

and ... later ... i found out what it was. cause i assumed he shoved the bits into my bin, and he did. it wasnt anything awesome, just a piece of paper i hung over my computer to try and be organised. the day i decide to be organised, the day my organised to do list gets shredded.

yargh. im gonna go check my sharemarket game now :)