Well, isn't this interesting?
My brother had his birthday party yesterday. And it just so happened that something strange happened. I punched through a glass window, thus cutting my hand in five different places. Haha.
Well, I had went outside to read from the 6th Harry Potter book, and from my 5th Rurouni Kenshin manga. Most of my siblings were in the front yard (where I was) running through the sprinklers. They kept turning the hose off and on, irritating my mother, so when they did it again, and my brothers started fighting over the hose, I tried to step in. Merely telling one of them to give the hose to the other to take turns, the little moron sprayed me---EVERYWHERE. In my eyes, soaking my clothes...so naturally, I (being mildly bipolar and having severe anger issues) chased after him. He ran through the front door and locked it on me. Ticking me off further, I knocked (more like punched) on one of the door's 9 little window sections. My fist went sailing through it, shattering the glass everywhere. I swore, I stomped, I bled. Haha.
And then what was my mom's first reaction? "(my name here)! You could have cut off your fingers! Then how the heck would you be able to play the organ?" IS THAT ALL THE HECK THEY CARE ABOUT? Dang. My grandma said the same thing, and I thought it was funny. I laughed. I was admonished.
So I sulked for the rest of the day, my parents never really forgiving me. So I stay in a debt I can't repay.
And thus ends this other entry into "Ken's Sorry-Sack Journal".
008ken_ichijouji · Tue Jul 26, 2005 @ 04:31am · 3 Comments |