so,

last night after a lovely dinner at t.g.i fridays, i went home, went straight to my room, and threw myself on my bed in anticipation of watching saturday night live. but i couldnt seem to turn my tv on. at first i thought it was my fault because, quite like my grandmother and 7 year old next door neighbor, i cant quite figure out my remote. after five minutes (most likely 35 seconds) of viciously attacking the buttons of my entertainment portal control device, I decided that the problem was definitely not me. so, as any normal person would do, i switched the batteries. still nothing. I gave up and went downstairs to watch the program with my father.

an hour ago i once again threw myself onto my bed in anticipation of watching television. i had forgotten that my remote wasn't working and was pretty annoyed at myself for not telling my mom about the problem sooner (because obviously my mom can fix everything.) so. i went into her room and was like, "hey so my remotes not working" and she was like, "really? thats weird." and i was like, "what?" and she was like, "well bryan's remote wasn't working yesterday either."

so, i proceded to march into my brothers room and say, "hey bry, moms calling you." and then run back to my mom's room and say, "just go along with it!" and then have her say, "what? i cant hear you?"and as that confusion was being sorted out, i ran back to bryan's room and switched back his dumb remote with my lovely faithful one.

and as i was walking back to my room with my treasured key to the open the portal of entertainment, i was attacked by the enraged sibling formerly known as bway. and not just physically. verbally too. and mentally. emotionally. spiritually. well okay nevermind im being dumb. BACK TO MY STORY. he was actually ANGRY at me for taking MY remote back! he was so mad that he swore out loud (a sin!) and slammed his door in my face.

all i could do was laugh.




and then blog about it.