Well, my brother is back from camp. And within an hour, he already managed to:
- Eat all the remaining pizza form last night with his friends.
- Drop a nice sized piece onto the floor.
- Forget to clean up resulting mess.
- Play my gaming systems and stuff without asking until already playing.
They went to go get food now. I guess the pizza wasn't enough for them. Add to that far too much talk about my living situation next year, and I can see how badly I am going to get screwed. All I want is a place to put my bed, since I can always work around that and the desk (part of bed underneath) to hold all my stuff. I can't even be sure I am getting that. On a side note, I have someone on IM arguing that I don't know the height of my own bed. This is AFTER I took a tape measure and went out and checked. Uhg.
I have decided I may very well hide in Santa Cruz as much as possible. Yes, yes, that shall be it. :)
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