So it's Monday. I have no reason to hate this Monday, but I do.  I'm at home sitting in my computer corner trying to pretend that I'm by myself, which by the way isn't working.  My father and brother have nothing better to do then intrude upon my solace and solitude with raised voices, extremely loud tv programs, and random banging of pots and pans.  I really wish they'd get a job.  Well, at least my brother since he's only 24 and needs a swift kick in the behind to get the lazy out of him.  My dad, well that's another matter entirely.  I'm the youngest of 6 kids, which is funny since I'm 21 almost 22, and at times I fell as if he's earned his right to sit on his butt and eat all day.  But when his mouth opens and runs in loud pitches and decibles I feel torn.  On one hand I love him to death and have the desire to allow it to go through one ear and out the other, and on the other hand I still love him to death but I'd love more to shove a sock in his mouth, duct tape it shut and then duct tape his hands behind his back so he can't remove it.

Yesterday I only ventured on here to check some of my favorite artists, both bookmarked and non, simply because I was so irritated and mentally dead.  I was forced, yes forced, to endure my father's family yesterday after 'church' for a meal.  It might have gone better if my cousin understood there was a line between child abuse and punishing a child for a wrong by smacking their butt.  She has two little brats that I'd love to just get ahold of.  Of course, I'd love to do that to alot of peoples kids but I don't knw if it's because they need it or just because I have a problem.  That problem is I absolutely HATE kids!  It's kinda of like my issue with horses.  No offense to those who have/love horses or kids, but I find them boring and feel like they serve no purpose.

Anyway, I'm still having issues with the nerves in my forearm.  My anatomy professor said that the nerves would grow back and I'd stop getting the odd sensation like that of your arm being asleep.  I don't advise to anyone to allow themselves to be bit by a dog.  Of course, it's not like I ticked my dog off and then shoved my arm in his mouth, but yeah either way it hurt just the same.  Next dog I get is gonna be a small one that way I only have to worry about ankles, fingers, and toes.

Tomorrow I have a few plans made up, but it's nothing to exciting.  I'll probably post a blog on Wednesday going on about Alice in Wonderland.  I'm determined to see it despite the crappy reviews that's been getting.  I happen to be a fan of Tim Burton, Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp so I say "Nyah" to all nay sayers.  Well, I'm going to slip into my own world of make believe and play Sims 3, so ta ta!

~ Peachy, well it does have a hint of stalker flavor :D, but mayhaps I like it. I know how you feel about snoring and grunting.  My boyfriend seems to have a grunting problem.  He says he doesn't know he does it, but I'm still not buying that.  Unfortunately, snoring is a part of my life since my whole family does it including the dogs.  I'd have to walk around with ear plugs all day and night to get away from it.  I've never had a problem with smells, but this peeve did occur when I was a teen and has followed along with me so far.  If I'm eating then it's not so bothersome because the sound of me eating drowns out the sounds of others.  It really gets me when it's quite and then all of the sudden you can hear someone sloshing food around in their mouths.  Just thinking about it gave me the willies.  Anyway, I'm off to play for real now.