My sister. Is driving. Me. Crazy. I took her to a movie tonight for her birthday and the minute we walked out of the theater she started acting like a bitch. She always does this, too. I do something nice for her and as soon as it's done she turns evil. She's done this so many times in the past, but she always promises to be better. And (like the moron that I am) I took her word on it (again), thinking that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different and she'd be the same sweet and loving sister that I know she can be.

I just spent the last two hours fighting with her, all because Meijer didn't have the CD that she wanted. This was, of course, my fault. She's also mad at me because I won't give her her birthday present early (her birthday is on Friday) and she's trying to use that as a bargaining tool. As in, "If you give me my present, I'll be nice." She's 17 fucking years old. Granted, she has a learning disability and she's more like 13 or 14, but even 13 and 14 year olds should know how to be civil when someone is doing something nice for them.

She just exhausts me sometimes, she really does. And I don't know what I can do different that will make her stop, and nothing I say makes any difference.

I give up.

I baby-sat my cousin Joey today. He's 8, and has more energy in one foot than I have in the span of a month. I'm not kidding, I don't think he stopped talking the entire time I was there, and I KNOW he spent the majority of that time asking for piggy back rides. I don't know when I turned into a horse, but I think it was about 10 years ago when my first baby-cousin was born and then they just kept coming and coming and finally my aunts and uncles have stopped spitting out babies. I always liked it a lot because by the time the first one was born, I think I was 12 and I had just completed a baby-sitting course at the rec center (I know, I'm a dork, you don't have to remind me) so I was always up to my elbows in baby-sitting jobs. It wasn't always fun and games. I love them all to death, but they can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. I watched two of them every day last summer and every day, the minute I walked in the door (at 8:30 in the morning) I was bombarded with requests (requests? actually, more like demands) to go to the bowling alley/swimming pool/Dairy Queen/skating rink/moon. And, being that they were only 7 and 10, they didn't realize that these things all cost money. Lots of money, in some cases. The only thing that didn't cost money was swimming, because we'd go to my Grandma's condo and swim in her pool, but this summer was unnaturally rainy and cool so there were only about 10 days all summer that were swimable.

They can be really funny, though. It helps that the word "booger" still makes me laugh. Because I have the mentality of a 5-year-old.

I need to go take a nap, because I told my sister I'd take her to the movies later and she'll never let me out of it, even though I'm really tired because (yet again) I stayed up really late reading (it was a really good book, get off my back) KNOWING that I had to be up early.

I suck at life.

But at least I'm good at it.

The sucking, I mean.

And please, remove your mind from the gutter, Pervy McPerverson.

Let's see. I got up at 1:30 today. Heehee. I'm still in my pajamas. I haven't done anything productive and I don't plan to. My plan was to go shopping today and spend some of my gift certificates, but I doubt I'll even make it that far. So sad.

My parents are leaving for Gatlinburg tomorrow and I will be stuck with the responsibility of my sister and the dog. Until New Years Eve, when I'll escape to Indiana for a few days to celebrate the new year with some friends.

Speaking of New Years, it's been a pain in the ass trying to plan something that everyone could or would come to. The same thing happened last year. I don't know why it's so damn difficult, but it's very annoying.

Merry (day after) Christmas! I'm in an excellent mood today, because it's the first day since Monday that I have not felt like dying. I'm probably jinxing myself by saying this, but I think I might be getting better. Finally. Yay!

I had a great Christmas, from what I remember. The drugs make the memories a little hazy. I got a new coat, a bunch of DVDs (Casablanca, Office Space, Dead Poets Society, Forrest Gump, About a Boy, and the Indiana Jones trilogy, yay!), some CDs, a calender, and a blanket with Spongebob on it because I'm 5.

I'm watching Happy Gilmore for about the 10th time in the past four days. I also watched Adam Sandler's 8 Crazy Nights the other day, and I'm thinking I liked him better back in the Billy Madison/Happy Gilmore days. I'm trying to figure out when his movies started to suck. The words "little" and "nicky" come to mind. Punchdrunk Love, though? Awesome.

Not that I don't still like him, but I wish he hadn't gotten quite so famous.

Uuuuugh. No new entries lately, because I am going to die soon.

Ok, probably not, but I wish I was going to die soon. I have the flu, or something similarly terrible. I haven't actually been to the doctor, but considering the fact that my head if full of mucus, my skin is on fire, and my entire body aches, I'm guessing it's the flu.

I'm actually feeling a little better today. The worst thing is that I haven't left the house since Monday morning and I think I'm going to go crazy if I don't get to leave soon. Luckily, we're going to my aunt's tomorrow afternoon for Christmas so at least I'll get to lie in pain on a different sofa.

At least 24 hours of A Christmas Story starts soon. Hell, yeah. I triple dog dare you not to watch it.

I'm done with finals! Yay! Three weeks of sitting around in my pajamas, watching movies, and sleeping in without anything hanging over my head.

Except, of course, I'm going to have to study for Senior Comps.

And I have to finish my Peace Corps application.

And I should probably kick up the job search a little bit, just in case the Peace Corps thing doesn't happen.

Other than that, though, I'm free as a bird.

On a good note, I saw Lord of the Rings the other day (when I should have been studying) and damn was it awesome. And I'm not even that big of a fan. It was, at 3 and a half hours, a bit long. I mean, they could have at least given us an intermission. I thought my bladder was literally going to explode.

But it didn't.

In case you were interested.

I'm so flippin tired. I was up until 6:30 AM last night writing a paper over in good old Hollenbeck Hall. I got there around 12:30 (yes, I'm aware I should have started working on the paper before midnight, but to be fair, I didn't really have anything else to do today besides turn the paper in so get off my back) and the computer lab was almost completely full. By the time I left, there were three people left. The sad thing is, those people had gotten there before I had. I was just happy to have left the building without having run into any professors, because that would have been just too sad for words.

It's so strange to be up at that time of night, when everyone else is asleep. I mean, 6:30 AM is a long time to stay up, even by college standards.

Heehee, I'm watching that episode of Friends where everyone thinks Joey is a pervert until the end of the episode when he tells everyone he slept with Monica in London, but really he's just covering for Chandler and Monica who are sleeping together secretly, and I just realized that DAMN this show is weird.

But still really funny.

I'm kind of afraid to go to bed. I watched 28 Days Later today, and while I still don't really know what I think of it, I do know that the infected people scared the bejesus out of me. And I don't normally scare at so-called "scary" movies, but good lord . . . that movie was messed the fuck up.

Then I watched SNL and Jimmy Fallon made fun of John Mayer, which I wouldn't have minded if the skit had been funny. But it wasn't. This hurts me, because I love both Jimmy Fallon and John Mayer.

I should be working on my portfolio, but I worked on it for about half an hour and I feel like I deserve a break. My mom just called. She and my dad went car shopping today and ended up with a black Trailblazer. It sounds pretty nice. She was going on and on about the seat warmers and how nice it was to have a hot ass.

We went to the bar last night to see American Cherry. They used to be called Fate Hates Us (which, personally, I liked better). They were, as always, very entertaining. They played some covers (Your Body is a Wonderland, Let's Get it on, mucho Dave Matthews).

I've gotten really link-happy (as evidenced by the above paragraph). I just like knowing that pretty much anything I say can be referenced to something on the internet.

Stop shouting. My head hurts. A lot. I'm never drinking again. That's a lie. I'm going out again tonight. But really, the thought of willingly drinking beer after beer after beer . . . yikes. Right now my roommate is running the vacuum and seems to be having some trouble with it, because it sounds like she keeps banging it against the wall. I'm pretty sure that's not in the instruction manual, but whatever.

I think the worst part about drinking (aside from the vomiting and the head-spinning and the killer headache the next day, of course) is knowing that you probably made yourself look like an ass the night before, but not quite being able to remember in what way. I do remember falling down. Twice. At least not many people witnessed that. I hope. God. It wasn't all bad, of course. I actually had a lot of fun. For some reason, the bar now has a Jenga drinking game that they made. So we played that. And a couple guys from this band that plays at the bar sometimes (the band we went to Steak and Shake a couple of times with after they played) were at the bar, so we hung out with them for a little while. I'm not sure if I said anything stupid (most likely) but I found out that they're playing next Friday. So . . . cool. I can't remember if we stayed until the bar closed. I fell on the way home (fall number 1) but at least I can blame it on the fact that the entire sidewalk was covered in ice. We went back to the sorority house to get something to eat, but apparently we couldn't find anything so we went to McDonald's. I don't know why, but food tastes so much better when you're drunk. Someone should do a study.

I'm posting from my computer at school, which is odd, because when I left my Internet Explorer wasn't working. It wouldn't open, which was very annoying because we have DSL here and, although I love instant messenger, there are only so many people I can talk to before I get bored and want to check my e-mail for the 50 bazillionth time.

Anyway, as of right now I have brought everything in from my car. Some of it is still downstairs . . . OK, most of it is still downstairs, but I've brought a few bags up to my room. I rearranged the furniture in my room and now there are books, papers, CDs, and clothes all over the floor and my bed. I have a feeling I'm going to be up for a while, because my bed isn't made and I can't make it until I move everything that's sitting on it. It would probably help if I brought my sheets up from the living room.

FINALS! AHHHH! No more please. I don't want to study anymore. I don't want to revise everything I've written this semester. I don't want to write a paper on the differing views of marriage in Pride and Prejudice.

I'll just tell the university that I didn't feel like finishing the semester, and they can shove my GPA up their collective ass.

Uuuuuh. It's the last week of classes here at good old Wittenberg. I have so much to do and my motivation is gone. Assuming it was ever there in the first place.

I should have done more last weekend, but instead I went out both Friday and Saturday, and spent the daytime of Saturday and Sunday in a hungover blob of uselessness on the couch.

I'm supposed to be working on my creative writing portfolio right now. I'm starting to realize I didn't write half as much as I should have this semester, and the "optional" notebook we were "encouraged" to keep would help my grade . . . if I had kept one. I'm wondering how difficult it would be to make up a bunch of fake writing ideas.

Considering my motivation level this week, though, I should probably concentrate on things I HAVE to do, rather than things that "may build my case for strong Participation" (according to the portfolio checklist my prof gave me).

Way to be vague, Professor Fucknuts.

Sooo, I was really stupid last night. I went to the bar because it was Senior Night and some of my friends were in the date auction. I only meant to stay until 11 or so. So when did I leave? At close. 2:30 AM. Good lord. I don't even remember how much I had to drink.

I'm doing a parental edit (because although my parents know this happened, I doubt they want to read the details . . . and if they do, too damn bad), and just saying that the night ended with a few of us streaking the hollow even though it was 32 degrees. And I lost my bra.

When I opened our front door this morning, I found my bra hanging from the doorknob. This isn't something that happens often, so I was confused. I found out later that Erin had found it on the way back from class.

I'm just trying to picture all the people walking by, seeing a bra on the ground, and then watching another girl stop, pick it up, and put it in her pocket.

Teehee.