Venting

I'm really pissed off right now and I need to vent. Majorly.

So, basically, I go downstairs for five and a half hours to watch America's Next Top Model (Cycle Six baby!) and then my brothers tell me I can go upstairs and get on my laptop since its stuck in the bonus room with them since I get the best connection there. So, I come up and my stuff is everywhere. And, by my stuff, I meant my laptop, my laptop bag, my iPod, my cell phone, Prince of Tennis 26 (the one with Sanada and Ryoma on the cover. I take it everywhere since it has Genichi i it), my headphones, and the case with English CDs in it (Japanese ones stay in my room).

So, I get up there and find my stuff is everywhere. I can't even find my CD case because someone crammed in underneath the couch, And I throw a fit and kick thier PS3 so its now flipped over. I throw the drum sticks for Rock Band against the wall and basically have a hissy fit because someone touched my stuff.

But, the hissy fit isn't the worse thing I've done when they've pissed me off. I've actually throw their PS3 in the trash can. That's a decision I don't regret.

But, now that I've vented, I feel better. I hate living with a teenage brother and another one that looks up to the first one and it turning into a carbon copy of him. I. Hate. It.