My sister's off at touch football camp thingy, so the house is peaceful. there have been multiple dramas over her and 'the boyfriend' (cue the ominous music). all of these dramas have arisen over the fact that the two of them spent most of the evening last sunday lying on the couch together, getting quite close, if you catch my drift. anyway, my mum expressed her dislike for this behaviour, without explicitly stating why. she claimed that it was 'inappropriate for a girl of 15. i personally don't think that the actual behaviour was what mum was freaking out about, but rather what the behaviour implied about the extent of their relationship. i mean, if you're comfortable lying on the couch kissing and *stuff* in front of your parents, then what's going on behind closed doors?
i for one don't want to know. but i do so enjoy the petty arguments.
So now Jo, in emotional turmoil, has informed me that she and 'the boyfriend' are on a break. such a pity. now instead of talking on the mobile to him all night in her room, she has all this spare time in which she chooses to interact with the rest of the family. and she's now in a really bad mood, because she's not with her boyfriend. it's just not good. not good at all.
Oh, yeah. my friend Bingimon has made himself a blog. that should be a great read. i predict it will go something like this:
'today i slept in. then i sat around while my mother served me my meals and cleaned up my mess. it was exhausting. now i'm gonna ring jack and have her come entertain me. i'm hungry. i'm tired.'
there ya go, i saved you a trip.
i can't remember the address, so if you're at all desperate to go there, i'll post the addy on my tag board or something. i'll link to it when i can be bothered.
bye guys. in celebration of my newfound freedom, i'm planning to quietly go have a few swigs of the vodka that is cleverly concealed under my desk.