If people see me in person, they will probably think I'm a Bob. It's Nigel, which is pretty sophisticated in my opinion. I am turning 17 this year, which means I am fast on my way to wrinkles and elasticity-challenged skin. I am going to be walking down the red carpet in ten years time, so fuck those who have doubted me. I aspire to be like Lily Allen, because I think she is the coolest person in the world. Okay, this is getting so draggy. Find out about me on my posts.
Today was a day unworthy of living. It's one of those days where you just can't get enough of bad luck. This is going to be a long post, and I'm torturing myself by reminiscing the past few hours.
First, I got rudely woken up by my filthy brother, telling me his friend is here. I already told him the day before that I hate guests in the morning, cos I just look the worst in the morning. I have bedhead hair, and I'm in boxer-shorts. I already mind his filthy friends coming in the afternoon. I can't have my privacy at all. It's not like they are in the living room all day. They are in my room, using the E-Learning Day as an excuse to use the computer to game. I can't pick my clothes with them around. And being the snitch he always is, he told my mum, who totally sided with him.
I was finally ready to leave the house for work, but I didn't have anymore pair of socks left. I used to have 5 pair of socks but my mun decided to throw 3 pairs away without my consent just cos they have tiny holes in them. Now I'm left with 2 that are still drying outside. So, I had to go down to buy more socks to wear which were cheap Nike imitations. Went to the coffeeshop to have breakfast but the store wasn't open. Had to walk to another coffeeshop to eat.
Went to work, and by the first hour, I had a skin cut on my finger. My sore throat got wo0rse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse. Then, when it was my last hour of work, I spilt strawberry milkshake all over my pants.
At dinner, I asked my mum to confirm that the preparation will be held at my place. But nooooo, she objected to it. It's unreasonably unfair when your filthy brother can have his filthy friends over for 7 times a week, sometimes even having our home be treated as a storage room(For putting bags and stuff.). Moreover, he doesn't even ask. I kindly ask, and I ask this once or twice a year, but I CAN'T! Plus, my friends have better manners than my filthy brother's filthy friends. Moreover, his filthy friends stink up the whole house. To make things worse, my dad has to ask me to shut up cos I'm getting overboard. Well, that's maybe because they don't have the mental capacity to justify what I say. But half of the time, I am correct, correct that they are so FREAKING UNFAIR towards me when I am obviously the less demonic among their manufactured products. Their cataract is getting far too serious for them to see which one can actually have the potential to raise them after their retirement.
Sure, people would think that I'm inhumane, and I don't deserve to be given a life(I didn't ask for one.). Maybe they are right, but I will stand my ground still. And to make my point about my filthy brother being filthy more easily fathomed, I shall post this song.
Alfie by Lily Allen(Told you I can be another her. And by the way, Alfie's her little brother, in real life.)
Ooh deary me My little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed I tell him he should get up ‘cause it's nearly half past three He can't be bothered ‘cause he's high on THC
I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea I can't even see him ‘cause his room is so smoky Don't understand how one can watch so much TV My baby brother Alfie how I wish that you could see
I only say it ‘cause I care So please can you stop pulling my hair? Now now there's no need to swear Please don't despair my dear mon frère
Ooh Alfie get up it's a brand new day I just can’t sit back and watch you waste your life away You need to get a job because the bills need to get paid Get off your lazy arse Alfie please use your brain
Surely there's some walls out there that you can go and spray I'm feeling guilty here for leading you astray Now how the hell do you ever expect that you'll get laid When all you do is stay in playin’ your computer games?
I only say it ‘cause I care So please can you stop pullin’ my hair? Now now there's no need to swear Please don't despair my dear mon frère
Oh little brother please refrain from doing that I'm trying to help you out so can you stop being a twat? It's time that you and I sat down and had a little chat And look me in the eyes take off that stupid fitted cap
I only say it ‘cause I care So please can you stop pulling my hair? Now now there's no need to swear Please don't despair Please don't despair My mon frère
