The world revolves around my sister.

Or, at least, today happened to. For some reason, everything mentionable pertained to her. Rachel is such a little brat when she wants to be, and she cannot live without being the center of attention. But enough whining about her. Today, I got up around eight expecting to attend church. However, they had some sort of 'bring your parents into the youth room so they can awkwardly mingle with the parents of people who you never actually converse with' day, so the service was two hours later. Which was nice, because I got to sleep a little longer, and take my time getting ready. But the drawbacks were, as I stated above, that they were, well, there. My friend was showing me her new bellybutton piercing and my mother practically had an aneurysm. Sometimes I feel as though my life is a cheaply made television show on ABC Family or something.

But church was fine, aside from that. And that had nothing to do with my sister at all, so I suppose my post title is a little melodramatic, in retrospect. Oh well. After church, we went to this Thai place in honor of, oddly enough, Cambodian New Year. Turns out they haven't any Cambodian places near us. The food there was very good, but my sister turned it into some sort of excuse to demand a wide range of things with no nutritional value whatsoever, since it's apparently 'her holiday'. These are the times when, despite the part of me that knows it's stupid and immature, I wish I were adopted from South East Asia too. Aah. I can't stop complaining tonight. I guess I'll give up on seeming at least passably optimistic.

Upon arriving home, I did some french and algebra homework, wasted more of my life on the computer, and practiced the piano. A rather boring afternoon. Around six, I had to babysit my sister and brothers while my parents chatted about God and such with their friends. Which is generally one of the worst parts of my week, since there are typically about three other kids to supervise. This turns out to be a pain, but at least it pays. Ten dollars, to be exact. I really ought to call the Board of Child Labor and see about this, some day. Babysitting should have been easy tonight, since there were significiantly less people, and I had significantly more freedom to scream at them. But, no. My sister couldn't handle the concept of me having an easy job, apparently. She spoke in an incomprehensible British accent half of the time, despite the fact that she's neither British, nor can pass for it. She also threw an hour long fit about getting a glass of milk and attempted to kill me in two ways. All in all, a very eventful two and a half hours.

That was my day. It wasn't astonishingly great, but it wasn't terrible either. So, yeah.

I don't think I have any little rambles about music to put here, besides that I'm in love with Adam Lambert's studio version of Ring of Fire more than I thought I was, and Letters to Cleo is a band that I don't think I spent enough time phasing over. Also, that Atreyu does not actually exceed my limits for loudness, as proven by almost an hour of listening to them tonight. I haven't listenened to Smashing Pumpkins in days now, which is something I haven't managed since midsummer, which is sort of sad, but oh well. None of their songs are appealing to me when I put on my iPod, and I have over fifty of their songs on there, so I guess I'm done phasing for a while.

...Okay, maybe I had a few things to say. But still. That's all.