Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because It Was A Cruel Joke

For past couple days, I noticed that whenever I'd wake up my things wouldn't be at the places I left them the night before, my door wouldn't be locked, and my computer would be turned off (I turn off my computer only minutes before I leave for school, so it's on for the whole night). My remote control usually left under my bed or on my chair, would find itself on top of my TV; while my messenger bag, usually hanging from the door knob, would peacefully be tucked in my closet. I suspected that I started losing chunks of time again, which might be the reason for not remembering where I left my stuff; so I didn't tell anybody but suffered silently. But oh no, nothing is so simple. Today, it was my brother who drove me to school. I was listening to my music when he suddenly burst out laughing. He then told me. Apparently everyday as joke he'd unlock my door and would misplace various items of mine. Very funny. What I don't understand is how I didn't wake up, if I usually wake up if he farts in his own room.

My brother also asked me if I'm scared about next week. I haven't really given it any thought, but I'd have to say.. no. Not because I'm mighty couragous and brave but because it seems like a dream to me, and I'm not afraid of dreams. I know it will hit me next week. I can't wait.

My mom called me and said that later he cried because of me. My brother has feelings?

12:53 p.m. - February 06, 2006

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