It was love from above that could save me from hell.

All I wanted was 8 hours of sleep, but some brat just had to put a Matchbox Twenty music video on his my space. Of course in order to do this, he had to play it loud enough for the outside to hear it. And because he is INCOMPETENT, it took him an hour, and he still had no success. He did, however, have a very irate sister. Who kindly informed him that people may still be trying to sleep at 9:30 a.m. Now if it were noon or even 11, I wouldn't have much of a leg to stand on, as far as wanting some more sleep. But the son of a bitch sleeps until 1 p.m. sometimes, and lord help me if *I* wake him up. When I tried to explain that he was being an inconsiderate bastard, angrily mind you -- I had just been woken up after trying to ignore the music for the whole hour -- he told me that I should have gone to bed earlier. He, who stays up all night, told me *I* should have gone to bed earlier. He couldn't comprehend that maybe, just maybe, he could have waited until everyone was awake to test his stupid Internet fancies. All he could do was bitch about how I had messed everything up when I came down to yell at him. Oh, and he was also using the package of soap bars we bought the other day as a stand for his camera. When do 17-year-old pricks grow out of being selfish morons?

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And go save the wolves from Bush being a fucktard: http://www.nrdcactionfund.org/campaigns/wildlife/save-endangered-gray-wolves.html