I curse the day I began listening to those CDs!

I can't get this part of Britney's Pepsi song out of my head:
My heart
Won't skip
A beat

Then my mind goes crazy and finishes off with:

and you will find
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
The joy of Pepsi

The damn thing only took a day off, then came back today to torment me as I went about my daily activities! Shit... at least let it be a good singer that gets stuck in my head.

I was in a good mood... for a while (if I omit the entire Pepsi commercial song from my head, that is).
I received a nice little "surprise A" on an exam (I thought that would never happen again, since apparently I grew keen on scores in the mid 40's), my cheeks became flustered, I made a trip (to an empty, peaceful) home before heading off into the "lab that ends right when traffic picks up on the I-215," but eventually, I came (to an estrogen-laden) home.

I've lived in the same home for 8 years now, and to this day, my bedroom does not have a television.
I had the short-lived joy of having a big screen TV in my room over the summer... but then came August, my brother, and Notre Dame to fuck it all up (it was his television and all... but still... where is there room in a dorm for a big screen television?).
So I basically live off the charity of my siblings. While Older Brother's away in Indiana, I can sort of go into his empty room and watch TV. I just hate how the television (it's from the early 1990's... I can still remember when Mom and Dad went out to buy the enormous beast) has funky colors on the upper right corner... so it distorts the image. I also don't like being in there for too long because... it's an army boy's room (I still get night terrors remembering one night we were originally watching the Rocky movies, we had paused it, and I--being an idiot-- went back later on to try and finish it. I didn't realize we were watching a DVD, I pressed the VCR's "Play button" and bam, two midgets having sex... yeah... I had to hold in my screams, out of fear my bro would catch me and scream at me for being in his room--while he was surfing the net for porn I'm guessing-- without permission) ... minus the cool console systems that can entertain a person for hours (no matter how hard I tried, I never convinced him to get Dance Dance Revolution. Something about it being "too gay"). Plus, Mom gets all emotional when in there... she doesn't want her only son's "scent" to leave the room. Luckily, it's not as bad as it was when he was actually in the army.

Since I'm too... reluctant... to watch television in my brother's room for the above mentioned reasons, I have to illicit some sort of pity from my younger sister in hopes of watching television in her room. It usually works since she works late at night and I have domain over her room from 6:00pm till 11:30pm. I have problems whenever she comes home moody because:
1) Her work husband was checking out the new, hot ticket agent
2) A celebrity asshole was mean to her
3) A moody, idiot passenger didn't want to follow TSA rules and bitched at her
4) She has an exam the next day and she's only studied for an hour
5) Her cycle is getting the best of her
6) I'm wearing the wrong colors
7) I said the wrong thing.

ETC. Basically, it's all determined by lunar cycles.
Today she was not lovely.
So... I'm sitting here bored out of my mind... not wanting to go to bed, not wanting to study, not wanting to check my grades, and most definitely not wanting to go into my brother's room. Mom didn't help... she sided with my sister ("It's my room! Can't I fucking go to sleep at 11pm?! She watches the one a.m. soap opera!").
Yo Mom, here's an idea: how about I get a nice little T.V. in my room, finally! Then I wouldn't be bothering anyone.

I'm glad I gave everyone in my house the sore throat I had Monday... and I'm happier they don't know how I got that sore throat in the first place (I think I licked the wall in my shower the day before, when I had an accident while squeegee-ing (I never knew how to spell that till just now!) the wall. Long story, but it made me feel like an old lady who needs those "safe-mats" for the shower).