Sunday:
We are watching star wars, which to tell you the truth, scared me to death. I feel like a complete loser. I grab the clicker, and fidget around with the buttons and make some noises that sound like a dying video game "We need a new movie" I say with a "trying not to smile", face. I storm out of the room to grab, Lord Of the Rings. This movie scares me just as much, but I pretend it does not, even though I am burrowing my head into his side.
My mom got all of us pizza. I am super excited, even more so because Taylor and I were able to sit on the couch and eat in peace, from the three little monsters that are someone how half related to me. Half is the most significant word in that last sentence.
He eats three pieces. He thinks he has an ulcer, which makes him throw up a lot. He is just starting medication. I am of course worried, but not as much, because I know why he is throwing up. He can not use the bathroom down stairs because my little sister is taking a long shower, as usual.
I tell him to go upstairs to use my parents upstairs. He comes down and is perfectly fine. Thank the higher power. Things go on as normal. We stop the movie, because I said it was to lame. Then he beats me in chess, and horse. This always happens, every single firkin time. But I beat him in golf, like every time. He goes home, but of course I do not see him tomorrow, Monday. I do not talk to him either.
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