A Rant. Because I Can.

Hello to one and all again - tis moi, Pia.

Thought I'd have a rant. Fun, eh?

Anyway. Today I was attacked. By a rogue cockroach. However, this nasty little roach wasn't homicidal. In fact, if I wasn't so scared of them, I'm sure if I had sat down and had a good chat with the little thing I would have discovered it to be quite the nice chap.

It was being wielded by my sister. Now, as I said a few lines back (blink and you'd miss it. So don't blink. Don't turn your back, don't look away and... uh... sorry, back on topic...) I have this fear of cockroaches. Don't deny it - you do as well. Everyone does - they're creepy little things.

So, this morning, having slept in (as is my right, obviously), my sister decided that the best way to wake me up would be to deposit a live cockroach on me. Effective. But very, very mean.

I screamed. Duh.

Got out of bed, chased my sister around the house, told her to go to my room and remove the offending insect matter. She went in, and decided she couldn't find it. So I had to. It was nestled between my doona and my pillow, looking quite cosy. Yelling, I told her to remove it, fuming all the more as she skipped merrily away. So, doing something that I thought was highly rational... I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave.

For, you see, this is not what I usually do. I don't take one jibe from a sibling and chuck a massive spaz. Usually I laugh and deny them the satisfaction. But today I didn't, cause I just wasn't in the mood.

So, having locked myself in the bathroom (with my iPod, otherwise I would not have survived 2 minutes...) for 20 minutes, I was rather impressed at my resilience. So, spurred on by another track from the Pigeon Detectives, I listened to the barrage of abuse I was receiving from my sister, hearing how it was muffled and distant and I could barely hear her opinion of me, which was nice.

Then... the parents arrived. And I was stuffed.

Conversation went a little like this:

Parent1: Um, you gonna come out any time soon?
Me: Depends. You got a key?
P1: No. Why?
Me: Cause the only way I'm leaving is if you remove me! (Which wasn't true - I had every intention of leaving with sufficient time to arrive at school and present my Catherine Tate movie about satire. Anyway.)
P1: Right. *P2 arrives*
P1: Any particular reason why she's in there?
P2: She's being a teenager, being stupid. Leave her.
P1: But, why?
P2: She had a cockroach chucked at her by a sibling. And now she's throwing a hissy fit.
P1: Well, that wasn't very nice!
P2: *defensively* Well, she slept in! It was her own fault!

I love my family.
*ahem*

So yes! That's a rant for you! Hope you enjoyed that, and next time you see a roach lying around, please, throw it out, not at.

That last sentence made no sense, so I'd best go.

Byee!

Love,
~Pia.