Brother troubles.

Since no one is reading I might as well make some of these posts personal and whiny.

After all, that's the beauty of blogging right? You can blog about anything.

My brother and I are two completely different animals. I'm not exaggerating and now that he's entering puberty it's getting even more difficult to deal with him.

His childhood is absolutely nothing compared to mine. Whereas I delt with stupid hospitals on a regular basis, moving, teasing (at least I know my bullies are living miserable lives atm) and etc he just had to grow up. Oh boo hoo.

He complains about shit that makes him seem like a spoiled brat.

My parents were super strict on me growing up. Since I was the problem child, not really litterally speaking...I just had a lot of things going on in my child hood, my parents decided to be demanding, overbearing, and just plain intollerable.

Moving all the time didn't help my situation either. My brother and I have never had a stable relationship. We always fought even more than the average sibling rivalry.
He's just basically the type of idiot I couldn't stand when I was in middle school. The one who was concerned with labels and shallow things. I mean, don't get me wrong I can be shallow too. I like fashon enough and my friends say I have pretty good tastes in clothes. I like going shopping, I like fitting in with my friends. When it comes to dating, I'm pretty open. I'm straight, I tried the whole bicurious thing in high school and I'm not knocking it but it isn't for me. I like guys too much. Anyway, when I date a guy I like having fun. I don't pick out their flaws about their personality or anything. I can't help it if I've recently just been dating clingy psychos. How was I supposed to know?

Michael is just different. He hasn't had a hard life. He whines about stuff, he focuses too much on clothes and calling people weird just because they can't buy uniforms from brand name stores. I honestly want to punch him in his face on a daily basis because half the crap coming out of his mouth is ridiculous. His views on socializing are ridiculous, that you can only hang out with a particular crowd and anyone deemed unworthy is untouchable or something.

He has balls though, he knows how to stand up for himself which makes me proud. At least I don't have to stand up for him.

I'm just ranting because he irked me. Now I feel better and I know how to deal with our situation. At least he's in band camp the rest of the summer so I pretty much have the house to myself. (I need a job ugh)