this post is probably the most boring

Because it's Sunday and I didn't do anything today.

I am gonna just talk about stuff, rants, and realizations. Fun!

I have come to the conclusion that my family loves my brother more than me. I know you guys have read A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, but you know, for clarification... The mother in the book loves the brother more than the daughter, and it's painfully obvious at times, when the son gets the new clothes, the better treatment, more sleep and etc. Yet the sister doesn't grudge him over this fact, and deep inside, she knows her mother has favoritism. Sort of like that here, where I'm feeling very pissed off.

Oh sure, Luke gets the better everything, and when Luke breaks an expensive thing, all he gets is a "Oh Luke." But when LINDA breaks something, it's more like, "Dammit Linda. Now we have to pay for that." Or when LUKE'S friend's come over, then they get the better treatment than if Linda's friends come over. Sure you use the excuse, "But they never come over anyways" THAT'S CAUSE YOU DON'T TREAT THEM AS WELL AS LUKE'S FRIENDS.

It might be old fashioned, the favoring of the son because he'll carry the family name, or just cause he has a better future, but it's happening and I'm not happy. I have to clean HIS mess, but when it's his turn to clean, he gets grandma to do it. Fair? Not in this world.

Also, the guests de luke just got:

-expensive chocolate

-drinks

-cantaloupe/fruit

-the best room

-food that i want to eat but that won't let me

DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER GETTING THAT WHEN YOU CAME OVER?!

agahkalsmda!.

-Linda w/ a boring day