last night

okay so it all started around dinner time, my brother showed up to work while my parents were out at the firemans chirstmas party. so he tells us about the mess of his house and everything and how hungover he was, so we offer him the spare room, and he tells us he cant because he was gunna get laid later. so my parents leave and my brother and i watch tv together, while the whole time he was complaining about how hungover he was. so i tried to make him drink water to cure the hangover but his solution was energy drinks. he told me all about his crazy night and how he almost got in a fight with 12 guys. talking to him reminded me of something, i am so friggen glad i quit drinking! so then some friends showed up..... then they left... and then my parents came home around 1:30 in the morning and my dad was piss drunk. this morning mom and i did what we always do and talked all about the juicy details of the firemans party thing and she told me all about how drunk dad was and how hungover he'll be now, he's still asleep. and mom and i are being as quiet as we possibly can because no one wants to deal with dad when he's hungover.

so yeah, dad was drunk and my brother was hungover. and its weird but it made me think about when i used to live with my brother. it was cool, we kinda took care of each other. i miss taking care of him. frickk why did i have to go and fuck everything up? i wish i could go back in time and not make that stupid decision, then i would still be living with him, and i loved living with him, it was the ultimate freedom. but freedom is like a drug, and if you get too much freedom all at once, its hard not to go out of control.

anyways. bad news, today is sunday, which means tommorrow is monday, and i hate mondays, with a passion. good news, this is the last week of school until christmas break.