The weather outside today was to say the least, blazing as the inferno of hell. The wild terrain of Los Angeles is currently on fire, literally.  The heat has ceased all action around the valleys of southern california except for a few. The band director(aka GOD as he preferres to be called) has insisted that camp prevail through the gruesome harmful weather we have ravaging right now . Despite all forcasts and advice from doctors who strongly URGE to limit physical outdoors activity during the heat of the day. Of course since GOD knows more than a doctor, these silly warnings are dissmissed as if their words have the reliability of some punk gang of teenagers.

 

I could tell today that my sister was in disgust at my actions. I never acted intentionaly, I just did what I was accustomed too, but apparently it was well beyond her capability of understanding. Like every morning, I awoke up at a presumptious hour, around 4 a.m. This is not uncommon among my many peers during the summer to falter there regular sleeping patern. I recited my daily morning routine; brush, swish , swig , rinse, spit. Turned the radio to a comfortable value and attened to my work from the previous night. As I worked tentivley to finish my portrait drawing, my sibling stormed through my doorless room and bellowed loud enough to awake entire surburbia.

"You think your so fucking great don't you ?!," her shrill voice echoed weakly from just awaking. Caught completely off gaurd, I reacted in a quiestionative mannar which was probably not the best of actions to have taken.

"Dont act fucking retartded, you know what I'm talking about. Always in your room drawing and painting, always having them watch you illustrait. You always have to be better than me don't you? What the fuck kind of damnable complex do you have where you can't let me win for once?"

Granted she did lack any artistic ability whatsoever and her musical skills were mediocre but I was hardly better than her in every subject. Because of my recent illness, pop culture has deemed it lazyness, I had grown a quite massive in size ass. She, being an excelent basketball and track player, was not subject to this malady. I would have pointed out the aspect of her unsurpased abilities in sports that when compared to mine would render me handicapted, but she fled from the room as fast as lightning before I could respond.

So, faced with the dillemma of sibling rivaly I contemplated my options of what action to take next. I could cease with my favorite pastime of art, or I could continue with it, but in the end giving my sister a sense of worthlessness and faliure, scarring her maybe for the rest of her duration on the planet. So what would you have done had you been in my position? Well I'm sure youd be quite shook up if something in this manner ever happened to you.

In the end im sure your wondering, so what did I do ? Well i decided, Fuck that skinny bitch and I grew up to be an award winning brain surgeon. Live up to that you twit.

 

 

I could tell today that my sister was in disgust at my actions. I never acted intentionally, I just did what I was accustomed too, but apparently it was well beyond her capability of understanding. Like every morning, I awoke up at a presumptuous hour, around ffice:smarttags" />4 a.m. This is not uncommon among my many peers during the summer to falter there regular sleeping pattern. I recited my daily morning routine; brush, swish , swig , rinse, spit. Turned the radio to a comfortable value and attended to my work from the previous night. As I worked attentively to finish my portrait drawing, my sibling stormed through my door less room and bellowed loud enough to wake entire suburbia. ffice ffice" /> > >

"You think your so fucking great don't you?!," her shrill voice echoed weakly from just awaking. Caught completely off guard, I reacted in a questionative manner which was probably not the best of actions to have taken. > >

"Don’t act fucking retarded, you know what I'm talking about. Always in your room drawing and painting, always having them watch you illustrate. You always have to be better than me don't you? What the fuck kind of damnable complex do you have where you can't let me win for once?" > >

Granted she did lack any artistic ability whatsoever and her musical skills were mediocre but I was hardly better than her in every subject. Because of my recent illness, pop culture has deemed it laziness; I had grown a quite massive in size ass. She, being an excellent basketball and track player, was not subject to this malady. I would have pointed out the aspect of her unsurpassed abilities in sports that when compared to mine would render me handicapped, but she fled from the room as fast as lightning before I could respond. > >

So, faced with the dilemma of sibling rivalry I contemplated my options of what action to take next. I could cease with my favorite pastime of art, or I could continue with it, but in the end giving my sister a sense of worthlessness and failure, scarring her maybe for the rest of her duration on the planet. So what would you have done had you been in my position? Well I'm sure you’d be quite shook up if something in this manner ever happened to you. > >

 

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