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Okay, it took pretty much exactly two weeks of being home before I got sick and tired of it. Sure, one of my brothers pissed me off after two days, but now I'm tired of them both, and my parents. My other brother just smeared bacon grease down both my arms because I didn't want to watch Weeds with him right this second (I've already seen the episode), so now I smell like, well, bacon. And having Assassin's Creed and GTA IV on a 42" TV in the living room is driving me insane. Not as much because of the games per se, more because of them screaming and going "Mari! Mari! Mari, look! Loooook! Wasn't that awesome?! Looook! I sliced him!", "Did you see that combo, Mari?! Mari!!! Loook!!", "Check this out, I'm gonna crash! Awesome!", "Hahaha, I lurked! Mari, check this out, it's insanely cool!" and the likes. And now he's standing there, going "Mari, believe me, this is all your fault. Did you learn your lesson now?" and threatening to put bacon grease in my hair, thinking he's funny.
Also, I wish I didn't have my license. I keep having to play chauffeur, and drive people around (specifically my mom, to and from our "cabin"/vacation house), just so one of my brothers can have the car available at home. Shouldn't he be doing the driving? No, apparently not, because he "has a social life".
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I got a B on an exam I thought I might've failed, and I'm gonna agree with Anyways on the awesomeness of summer holidays, when I manage to ignore my brothers/parents. Rhubarb cake and Pepsi Max for breakfast is pretty sweet.