Because love in youth loves not what youth is told.

Warning: This post be filled of me being a whinging bastard.

I don't like my sisters boyfriend. He is an idiot. He is 16 (she is 18) and he doesn't go to school. He doesn't have a job. He does't speak. He doesn't thank my parents when they make him dinner. He doesn' help with the dishes. When he is here he drags my sister off to her bedroom and fills her head with stupid ideas like 'Hey, why don't you quit your job? Yeah, I know you don't have another job to go to, but hey, I have an aunty in Taupo that may/may not have work for us, why not take your car and your money and go there and god knows where we are going to live because I AM AN IDIOT.'
Of course, my sister can make some pretty stupid desicions, but she is my sister, so I have t olook to a cause I can beat the snot out of. Now granted, when I was this guys age I was doing some pretty thoughtless things also. I too was going out with an 18 year old, and, granted, we did spend a fair amount of time in bedrooms, but we didn't make noises equivalent to the sound of a elephant heard in a cupboard at midnight, and I at least offered help whenever I could. Or I hope I did. My memory is famously crap, and what proably happend was that I hung around like a slightly nervous shadow. But it was a shadow with manners. And I was still in school. This guy will become CHB's next grounds keeper, and my sister will be stuck in Waipuk, proably at the freezing works. That no hope bastard. I really want him to just dissapear.

Well, got that off my chest. Tommorow, it certanly seems I will be going back to wellington. There, I shall start the arduous process that will prepare me for the next few years of my life. I have one and a bit trimesters before I graduate from my BA, and then I go to teaching college. In the meantime ihave t odo things like save money and get a license and all sorts of other gay things. Gay in the extreem. I have to say, I am getting stressed. i am not very prone to stress, especially not when I still have one week of holiday yet. But I am. I am going to have to get into some of this crap quick smart, otherwise it is going to accumalate into an impregnable ball of crap. Much like my washing pile.

So in conclusion: Women! Huh! Aye? What are they thinking? Bloody Women.