Livejournal has become my box on top of which to rant. Needless to say, I don't rant on it often.
So, all this past week I've been really looking forward to going home. I know that the boys will irk me with their noise and my dad will drive me crazy, but I really just wanted to get away from school for a little while. Not even 12 hours gone (8 of which were driving) I want to go back.
Why? I can't sleep. Cannot. Not even a little bit. At first, I was just tossing and turning because, without my fan, I can hear my mom's music through two closed doors. I have really good hearing, I'm more sensitive to sound than to light when I try to sleep, and I wake up to music, never fall asleep to it. Then, when I'm finally in a half-dozing state, my littlest brother comes in. I know he and my mom both sleep in my bed while I'm gone, but he's never come to my bed with me in it before. But after repeated attempts to get him to willingly move or move him by force, I am kicked out of my own bed. He kicks HARD. I'm pretty sure I've got a couple bruises on my legs and I'm sure I've got one on my back, which is killing me. I then decide to move out into the living room to at least get SOME sleep on the couch. No luck. The fan my other brother who's at home sleeps in front of makes squeeking noises very frequently. So, here I am, exhausted beyond sleep, my head pounding, my stubborn cold getting a firm hold again, and with utterly no hope of getting any sort of real sleep tonight. Wonderful.
I want to go back to school.