Younger Sibling Pain.

What I just realized more than anything that pisses me off: my younger brother, Alan. He is... such a moody prick.  

The relationship we have is not like normal siblings who get along once in awhile... we don't get along.  I have a hard time even saying his name without having a waver of anger flash over me.  He is exactly the type of person I despise; he swears constantly, gives no regards to people's feelings (God forbid someone does the same to him.), he gets my mother to buy him expensive clothes at places like American Eagle, Abercrombie and Hollister just because everyone else does, and he acts like a complete fool just because he thinks he's cool! He's a bloody idiot!  Harsh words, yes, but c'mon! He's such a jerk and never listens to my mother and just swears up a storm in front of her even though if my dad so much as heard a "damn" he'd be screamed at.

On certain days he would call me fat and anorexic in the same day.  Like I'm not good enough being his sister because I'm not the right type.  He's a prep.  I'm in the "who really cares about popularity when you act like that and conform..etc" group.  We're still friends with the preps, we just don't mingle when we don't have to. We talk to everyone.  He's friends with those immature sophomores who think it's awesome to drink and be an idiot.  As a senior with a better overall perspective it's making me SO ANGRY to have a sibling that's that ridiculously dumb and takes advantage of dumb situations and so on and so forth.

This probably doesn't make sense or sound bad at all, but you have no idea what I'm living with here.  This moody, conforming, immature monster.  He got back around 2 or 3 this morning from baseball at the Metrodome and he's been so pissy and flipping out at every little thing since he got home an hour ago.  He's their perfect, all-sport, parent-canoodling child.  He's clingy as the youngest. uuggghh. He makes me sick.

Rough post. 

Sorry.

Had to get it off my chest

These are some loud comments he made while I typing this.

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"Cuj, get the hell off the table. Who the hell do you think you are?"

(Cujo is our cat...whom he's seriously physically abuses each and every night.)

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"See Cuj, thats why I don't like you... D[ouche]-bag."

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"Cuj, I'm gonna kill you."

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Him: "Did you take a look at my pants to see if you can fix them?"

Mum: (eating food) "...Why?"

Him: "Whah?....." (gets up huffing and puffing and starts screaming) "I asked you to fix them!..." 

(bla bla bla.... he proceeds to slam cupboard doors as he storms out of the room mumbling profusely.)

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siigh. BEDA Day 2. Done.