omg, my brother is SUCH a wimp...

i was on the comp, listening to music, minding my own business, when my brother came in to unload dishwasher. he apparently didn't like my music on, and instead of asking me to turn it down or off, like a normal person, he walked up and turned it off himself!!! so i turned it back on. he turned it off. on. off. on off. on. off. we went through this for a long time. he started to call me fat (although HIS stomach is very... jiggly...), and i insulted him in japanese. still going on with the music. finaly, he reached over to exit out of the website i was on. i grabbed his wrist and twisted the skin in 2 directions (trust me, that hurts! my friends and i used to do it all the time in elementary school...). he was still trying to exit out of the webpage, so i bit him. he grabbed my shirt and pulled (???). i stood up and bit him even harder, as hard as i could. he dug his nails into MY arm. i started kicking him. i'm not totaly sure what he was doing at this point, but i was kicking him anywhere and everywhere. THEN i started to purposly try to kick him in THAT area. but i'm pretty sure i missed. but eventualy he stopped fighting me and ran into the living room, crying. i noticed that he had a bunch of big scratches on his chest... i don't remember doing that... actualy, i don't think that is even possible, my nails are waaaay too short! they're like boy nails! but now i have marks on my inner right arm from his too-long nails (longer than mine!), scratches on my other arm from something else, probaly from the corner of the counter or something. AND i have this big mark on the back of my right shoulder! if a couple more layers of skin were gone, i would be bleeding so badly! i can see the blood through the skin... ew! i think i may have bleeded a bit, but barely. so, anyways, i may not be alowed on the comp tomorrow... and he probaly WILL be alowed on it. that how things go around here. last week, for instance. my mom was grocery shopping. she called, and i answered. i had been laying on her bed, watching tv, feeling like crap. actualy, this was monday. the phone had been right by me. she told me to give the phone to my brother, so i yelled down at him and put it on the belcony rail. i went back to watching television. apparently, he didn't feel like going all the way up stairs (NOT that far!) to get the phone. so my mom called again. i dragged myself out of the bed and answered it. she was MAD. swearing, yelling, everything. like usual. i told her that i didn't go downstairs cuz i felt like crap and felt dizzy whenever i stood up. she didn't care. she even wanted me to make dinner! after we hung up, i went to my room. i slept. until 8:30 pm. i had to stay home from school the next day. my mom said that i couldn't get on the comp for a day. becuase i was too sick to walk down the freaking stairs. and did HE get in trouble? no! of COURSE not! he NEVER gets in trouble!
and at this moment, my brother is preparing for major sucking up. he's wiping down the dogs with a wet towel (why doesn't he just give them a bath?!). he just let them outside and watched them. he filled their food bowls. AND I'M GOING TO GET IN TROUBLE!!!
well, see ya Sunday!

~nya
PS. btw, i'm an aweful fighter. i admit it. and i'm better that HE is!!! wow.