So I was sitting here, minding my own business and making myself dinner, and my brother came in and spat in my food. I slapped him on the arm and he took a knife and threatened me. So I took a tray to shield myself. We argued back and forth, saying “put it downâ€. To scare me, my brother called the cops and hung up. I told him not to. but he did anyway. I was sick of his crap, so I went up to my room to watch TV. All of a sudden my mom called me downstairs. As soon as I get down there, both of my parents were cussing me out. They pointed outside and the cops were sitting in the driveway. I told them that I didn’t call them, my brother did, but they said, “well, you were watching him, so it’s all your fault.†I got everything entertaining taken away from me and I got grounded for a long time!
I hate it when my brother’s pants are all low. I’m always telling him to pull them up. Sometimes I even hike them up like Steve Urkel. I think the reason guys have their pants like that is because they wanna show some cleavage just like girls except they don’t have boobs.
Parents, friends, family, or even complete strangers! It goes from weed, politics, to food and even television. If I do something that you don’t like then you shouldn’t do it either! My opinion matters too, and age, looks, or where you’re from doesn’t change the fact that you’re a hypocrite!
Don’t you just hate it when you really have to take a crap right in the middle of a lecture by your teacher? If you raise your hand and ask to go to the bathroom the teacher will either yell at you for even asking or ask if it’s an emergency. Then you don’t want to say it’s an emergency because people will think you are a freak or something, and if you do go people will also think you are a freak because you are in there so long! Why must people have to poop at the least convenient times?!
You can’t judge someone if you have never even met him or her; you can’t judge something you have never even used or had; and you definitely can’t judge my family and friends, people who you have never even met!
Today I felt like going to bed early because I was feeling tired. And when I was just nearly asleep, my mum shouted my name and started screaming at me. Then my mum and dad had a huge argument. Why? BECAUSE I BOUGHT JUICE AT A VENDING MACHINE AT SCHOOL BECAUSE I FORGOT MY DRINK. And even worse, with my own money! And even more worse, it didn’t cost a lot! She thought if I buy my own drinks, it won’t “teach†me to not forget my drink again! But what if I’m thirsty? And what if I don’t mind spending a few pennies in a nice drink? What about all those cigarettes and alcohol she has?