Offical Morning Rant 1

And this my friends is the first ever official morning rant I’ve made on this website. What does morning rant mean? It means I’m going to rant, and you might listen, and I’m ranting in the morning, although you might hear it later, and this just goes to show… I am not a morning person until I’m properly awake and not thinking about how much my morning sucks.

Let me put a big old Geek discloser on this before you read on. (For the Harry Potter bit)

Okay… So my story starts around 12 am last night. Officially morning right? How appropriate. Anyway, this is when I wanted to go to sleep. I was tired, I was cranky, and I had gotten my poem out for the night and wanted to go to sleep… Guess who comes in? My brother. He bothers me, refuses to leave, and eventually I push him out the door…. 12:15, I’ve finally managed to change into my PJs with my brother out of the room, he calls me into his room very insistently, and as we have conjoining rooms and he knows how to pick my lock I really have no chouse but to go…

We play darts for the next 20 minutes or so and he now owes me 1$. He comes into my room and searches for my money (Hidden in my closet) and after about an hour of searching, and me yelling at him to get out of my room, he starts to open the closet. If you haven’t guessed he’s broke. I barely save my money from him (which involved me asking for five minutes alone in the closet, and him trying to trap me in there), and he still won’t leave…. When I finally get him out of my room there’s silly string everywhere, we’ve opened an umbrella inside, and my room is a complete mess from his search.

I think it was some time after 1 am by this time. My brother has some phobia about going down stairs at night alone, so he suckers me into coming by making some complaints that make him sound sick (ill type of sick). I go down anyway ‘cuz I’m thirsty and my tooth hurts (I bush my teeth when one hurts, it’s a habit)… Come back up, and throw another dart… He now owes me six more dollars, he comes into my room and tries once more to find my money while I yell at him to leave. We have effectively pasted the 2am mark.

He’s whining again. I really want to go to sleep. He wants a pillow? I have like three extra pillows and some thing like a beanie bag in here. I give him the pillows but whilst doing so notice some odd devise he’s actually gotten to work. A 3d game system called a visual boy. I’m suckered into playing that. After 2 games (really I meant it to be 1, but the 2nd one was from me chousing ‘high score’ which turned out to be in fact not the high scores of the game, but more of a annoying level) of space pinball (or what ever it’s called), and then insist that I go to bed….

So some time after 3 AM I actually manage to fall asleep. This is after fighting with my beds non-back-supportiveness.

That morning, around 6:30 AM I awake. 3 hours of sleep. Nice, can you guess how I woke up? A tooth ache, the trash collector making a racket, and insistent thoughts about Harry Potters deal in some role play sites I’m a part of, which was REALLY irritating because I was dreaming of posting, but even as I was dreaming I was trying to get my thoughts to stop because I hated the posts and wanted to dream some thing that wasn’t so word based… And besides that any role play site I’m a part of avoids channon characters, so Harry Potter isn’t exactly a part of any of them even if his world is. No way could my dreams become normal, I had to wake up for that nightmare to end, but it wasn’t over. I had the end of the dream still playing out in my head… Over, and over, and over… I don’t want to post that!!

I just want to get back to bed, but my thoughts aren’t how I want them to be, and my tooth hurts! I go down stairs and brush my teeth, turn on my computer… And hope for the madness in my head to stop. It did eventually, and was replaced by a dull throbbing on my right temple. So now I 1. Am cranky 2. Have a tooth ache 3. Have a headache. 4. Think the fact I’m able to talk like this about most of my morning is funny. 5. Had an annoying night last night.

This isn’t as bad as the other mornings, I’ve wanted to hurt some one before simply due to lack of sleep. And then there’s the many, many, many times during the school year where my morning rant consisted of “the dog pooed in my room-AGAIN”.

And if you really did waste your time reading all this… Care to comment?

wow. i can honestly say that you have a very interesting night life. morning life. whatever, im confusing myself. anyways... i played darts last night too, but the lights were out and now there are six tiny holes in my east wall. i must develope better night vision. i am very sorry about your annoying brother, and i hope he never finds your money. it would be quite funny, tho, if he found it, took only what he owed you, and then gave it back as payment. and this game system thing of which you spoke sounds very interesting, i might add. but now i am curious about what happened in your dream. see? i took the time and read your entire story, which i found verry amusing actually, and i decided to post so you would know that someone else hates mornings, tho mine are nowhere near as extraordinary as yours.

take care!

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That was an amazing story. Your life is almost as frusterating as mine. I'm always being bothered by someone when i want to sleep. I'm sorry, but it's kind of funny, lol. Your brother constantly bothering you and all. I would know what that's like. I have a brother who annoys me too.

... I have to walk through my brothers room to get out of my own and get anywhere in the house (unless I want to brake the screen in my window, clime onto the roof, and pretened I'm a cat until I'm safe on the ground), and he insists that I knock on his door when ever I want to enter his room, no matter what time of night it is.

It'll be 2am, any night doesn't matter, and I need to go the bathroom. I knock, and JUST before I'm out of his door and onto the stairs he tells me to get him a glass of water.... Really annoying because I just /know/ I'll forget it.