ateolf | mostly just a big rant...

my sister must be destroyed (metaphorically speaking, of course...) she's always stealing my shirts...(she does not ask for them, nor does she ever return them...) she had recently done one of the worst things she could possibly have done (shirt-stealing-wise)...she stole my Sonic Life shirt...now, she doesn't even have the right to look at that shirt, much less touch it, or even move it around, or take it and put it in the huge huge huge pile of clothes that makes up her closet...and i don't even wanna think about her actually wearing it in public...i'd have to punch her in the face...(metaphorically speaking, of course...) i drove to Knoxville and Atlanta this past summer to watch them play to get that shirt...i am a fan of this band...i have spent an enormous amount of time and money obtaining the large amount of crap i have...going far beyond the many albums they have (of which, of course, my sister doesn't even have one...) but what DOES she listen to? you may ask...well, i would tell you, if it's absolute SHIT, then the chances are that she likes it...(i.e. atrotious modern hip-hop, rave shit, all those bands that sound just like Korn...i think she still likes Marilyn Manson but i don't know how much she listens to them anymore...as well as most every shitty radio hit from any decade...) but i'm going off on a tangent here...it wouldn't even matter if she desevers to have the shirt or not in the first place (that just makes it more annoying), it's MY shirt (and one of my very favorites shirts, at that...) and the main point of my little rant is that i also went through a lot of trouble to get that shirt...and she's always stealing my (and my parents') shit...once a little while ago she had stolen one of my shirts and was wearing it and i told her to change and give me my fucking shirt back...and she's all like "okay okay" and i'm like NOW..."okay i'll change it" then my mom tells me she left still wearing it...and my mom tells me she's often wearing my shirts (usually my button-ups...) what the fuck do i have to do/say so she won't steal my shit!? do i have to fucking put a lock on my goddamned closet!? jesus! (and it's not very relevant now, but while we're on the subject i'll just mention that she's an incredibly big idiot...i'm not just saying that, she's really stupid...) so i constantly tell her to stop, and she won't...but last night i went digging through her closet and got back several button-up shirts and my Sonic Life shirt (which was in some drawer in her closet...) and also a bunch of my boxers...i thought i had been going crazy or something that my underwear was disappearing...why the fuck she feels the need to also take my fucking boxers is completely beyond me...it's just more annoying and proves to me more what a complete stupid fucking bitch she is...i'm still missing my Cure shirt and my Tandy shirt (which, by the way, i bought over a year ago, put it in the laundry and never saw again...i bought the Cure shirt at the same time...and i almost lost it right away, but i caught that one w/ her school books she had by the door ready to take out w/ her...and it's also disappeared a few times since then...and is gone now...but i never even got a chance to wear the Tandy shirt...) i know she has them...or at least had them at one point and did something w/ 'em...lose 'em/give 'em to her friend(s)...i don't fucking know...she hasn't been home since like two days ago...but i'm sick of this shit and i'm not going to take it any more and i'm going to fucking find out where the fuck those shirts/any other shirts of mine that are missing that i don't know about are...but at least i have the Sonic Life shirt back, as i was planning on wearing it to New York (to the Ruins show...yes, i'm a geek, i plan shirt-wearings to shows in advance...not always, but usually...) it was driving me crazy that that shirt was missing...another note: digging through the massive pile of clothing in her closet has made my wrist itch...i haven't scratched it though so it hasn't broken out into any big red spots or bumps or anything...but it still itches...i'm guessing all the filth gave me a minor rash...oh well...it's not terrible or anything...being a boy scout gave me high itch tolerance...

in other news: i've forgotten to mention the past few days, but the other day i finished As I Lay Dying...so now i have more time to concentrate on Concrete Island...yea...but i don't think there's anything else i had to say...