Due to the fact that live journal is apparently for any other use outside of posting graphics and avatars (accept if your 13 yr olds) and that I discovered that after 2 years that myspace as been redesigned to be nothing more than a email inbox and that I don’t have twitter, I’m posting my rant here. And given this is my wall (even if it is invading your inboxes) I don’t care

The fact is, that even after living 6 weeks away from home coming back apparently takes adjustment. 1: at 10 pm instead of just going to sleep, reading a book, watching a DVD or being annoying to people I cyber space, or anything else that’s just me, my sister decides that I need to do things for her… strange, I didn’t know my presence at home resulted in the need to do things for everyone the moment I get back home.

2: that less then 24 of being home and having to clean up my room, half unpack, and make my bed (that got un made by my mum l3 weeks ago still hadn’t been made, even though last time she washed my sheets week 2 into being away I made maybe while I happen to be home (mainly out of boredom) that at 9:30 at night I was still having to make my bed so I could go sleep so I could go to freaking sleep (this was about 45 mins before Alisha asked me to find something [the phone charger that we have 3 others of in the house, one that is in easy access in my bothers room less then 20 feet away from where she was standing] I had bought home and packed at the bottom of my rather full suitcase) … where was I oh yes.

So I made my bed after mum had cleaned sheets because she’d taken a few naps in there while I was away, not that I actually care about that what I care about that less the n24 hours after being away and remaking my remarkably awesome and comfortable bed that has about 20,000 pillows and cushions and donna blanket faux fur throw over’s (did I mention my bed is like my own private world of comfortable lolly through cloud hugging wonderfulness) my mum is in it (with a headache, which makes me look like a selish child)… now this isn’t normally a problem because I love my mother and unlike some people actually get on very well with each other, what I don’t like is that after being allowed to be my own person, listen to my own music and do whatever the hell I want for 6 weeks, I can’t play music, I can’t watch a DVD in fact I can’t do anything anyone my age would cal fun because mum is having a nap… in my bed… which she does have her own version of, down sitars where it is deadly quiet…

Now I don’t care if I’m having a blow out or that anyone of u care or think I shouldn’t be broadcasting my thought pattern of concerns anywhere that is this public (other people: shut up and keep your thoughts about your minor issues to yourself) because again I say, my journal!

And maybe im being over sensitive and no bending enough, but you know what, my room! (even if I do share it with sister)… my room! And you know what, I really really really would like to be able to come home and ‘adjust’ to having my personal space invaded over a space of a week not be told ‘well get over it’ and if you think its not that tough you try living with a family that feels that touching is fine regardless of normal social boundaries.. or that fact my sister seems to feel that she’s actually a some sort of symbolic life form that requires constant physical contact with parts of my anatomy that if she was male wouldn’t be seen as fine to miss handle.. yes, I was home 20 mins before my sister decided to touch me up.. in a non sexual predator way and more of the ‘I love and an miss you’ way… not sure which is worse since at least if she was a sexual predator I could get a restraining order..

The point is that I feel that I’m home 4 seconds and already I wish I was somewhere else… well not really I wish mum was in her room and sister was on mars but I’ll take what I can get and be happy (which I am… most of the time, just today I wish I could play WoW and listen to my music) that someone cares enough about me to show some physical affection and love …

Just wish sister could do that via text message from mars…