Random (or not)

Actually, I'm writing this because I'm waiting for my brother to finish his bath (never knew a guy can hog a bathroom for such a long time). This is so stupid. I'm sitting in front of this computer with only my towel on (oops). Yeah, too lazy to change in anything while waiting for your turn to bath.

Well, I'm particularly very lazy. So it's practically a miracle I can write and not being lazy. For instance, I'm too lazy to practice piano now but I'm not LAZY enough to not write blog. Ha.

I'm so dead. Mom will surely kill me for not practicing piano now because I have piano lessons in another hour or so and I'm back home early today. So, wish me luck. Hope I can survive. I mean, even my mom doesn't give the hell of lecture, my piano teacher will. I'm so so dead.

But that doesn't mean that I'm going to practice. Not for now. Maybe later, after I got some clothes on. Ha. I wonder how much longer my brother can hog, maybe he's reading book inside.

Okay I asked. He really IS reading book. No wonder his butt's still stuck on that bowl. Ugh. I've already waited him for, like, half and hour or so. Hell.

Whatever. I hate people hogging toilets all the time. It makes me so sick. Except that I'M the usual one who hogs a toilet (books, go figure). But technically, I'm not sitting on the bowl pooping while reading; I sat on the floor next to the bowl instead. It seems a little dirty and disgusting, but actually it's really nice. I can totally get into the story and cry like a baby whenever I got into some really sad part. Well, no one will see me and my running nose in there.

I'm currently ready The Host by Stephanie Meyer (again), and I always cry. Probably because I'm actually acting inside the toilet (now you know toilet is my little fantasy+acting land). Sometimes I'm the bad guy and sometimes (mostly) I'm the good guy. Ha. This is fun, you know. You can try it sometimes. But be careful not to be overwhelm by your emotions and hit your hand on the wall like I did once before. It hurts an awful lot. Seriously.

So what I can really say is that: DO NOT BORROW ANY BOOK FROM ME.

They said toilet is the place that breeds a heck lot of germs. Well, it's not my fault if you got something out of my toilet. I'm totally immune to it (I'm always in my toilet and my mom hates it so much because I really do hog, a lot). So watch out there, you guys.

Well, at least my books don't stink. Okay? It's not like I place my book next to my poop. But my books are always in the toilet... with farts and all that stuff. Yeah, it's a little disgusting. But who cares? The only one that are going to read my books is ME. Who cares hygiene when it comes to you only? Well, I don't.

So currently my brother is still in the bathroom (hogging still) and I gotta go. TO YELL THE HELL OUT OF HIM AND GIVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND. I NEED MY TOILET.

Ha. More later.





Or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or WHATEVER. I'll just write in my JOURNAL.
Ciao.