It was fine at first, but its getting older quicker. Why the f*ck can't he go home?! No one here likes him, especially me. He pisses me off so much.
Ok, for anyone reading this (which I doubt) I'm talking about my brother's friend, Travis. He came to stay with us because he was having problems with his parents.
Its just little things that make me mad, but he takes them way too far. This time it was the tv. I was sitting my room, trying to watch a show and the television was so loud I could hear it over my tv; my tv isn't even 2 feet away from me and the tv he's using is in the living room, 2 feet away from him. So I asked him kindly to turn it down. Not only did he not turn it down, but he replied with a rude remark, so I asked him once more. Once again he didn't turn it down. I figure he's too lazy to turn it down, so I go out to the living room to turn it down for him. He decided to turn it right back up, so I turn it right back down. As I'm turning it down he grabs my wrist, like he can even do anything to me. He's a fricken twig, I could snap him with one hand. So I smack his hand and go to turn it down again, Once more he tries the big boy move of twisting my wrist; every time I try to turn it down a couple of notches, he plays pissy boy trying to hurt girl. The only purpose it served was to add fuel to the fire and piss me off even more. While he was trying to get me to leave the tv alone, I'm making jokes (I don't like you like that, don't hold my hand) trying to calm myself before I hurt him. I gave him a 30 second warning to either turn it down or I'd turn off the xbox; he obviously wanted his xbox turned off.
I go back into my room and turn up my tv, trying to hear it above his. He decides to enter my personal space and touch my stuff. I know I touched his xbox, but that was only after a warning. He didn't even ask me to turn down my tv, he just assumes he can enter my room and touch it. At this point I'm pissed off enough to hurt him as bad as I've hurt my brother, so I tell him to get the hell out. He didn't listen (what is it with this kid and not listening?), so I pushed. After pushing him I told him again to leave, but I think I've seen rocks that were smarter than him. I have to push him all the way out of my room, and out my door, all the while he's trying to stop me and hold on to anything he can. At my door he starts yelling about my touching his xbox and trying to close my door on me. I, notorious for having a temper and hurting people (honestly I've been working on it), start yelling back about wanting him to turn it down, just a few notches.
After the yelling I go back into my room and try to finish what I was doing online. For this I get unplugged. Lucky lucky me, I get to go plug myself back in and I unplug him, petty yes, but I was pissed. So I go back, look at my computer, and the bast*rd has unplugged me again. Once again I plug myself in and unplug him (seriously, if he's going to keep doing it to me, I'm going to keep doing it to him), but this time I watch until he's sitting down again before I try to send my message. While I'm sitting here, trying to make sure the message gets sent for my sister they slam my door shut. I open it, yell, and go back to what I was doing. I should probably state that I was sending a message via myspace (myspace makes them lag extra bad, so that's why I was unplugged) and that my tv was still turned up extremely loud. A couple minutes later, my door gets slammed again. I do the same thing, but this time when I go back to what I was doing, I turned down my tv.
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I guess I just wanted to complain about him being here, so if you read this, I apologize for sounding whiny. I always feel better after I write stuff down in a journal, and gaia usually happens to be closest.
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