My Perfect Sister and MY Perfect Birthday

Yo, it's been a while, but that's okay because nobody has been keeping track of my musings.

Today I'm ranting about my perfect sister, not because I'm annoyed with her, but because I'm not annoyed with her. Usually I have a general anger about me when I think about her, but today I don't and I feel that situation must be rectified.

She's in Santa Barbara right now taking summer school and working because she's just that goddamn perfect. I don't know how she can force herself to get up in the morning for school and go to her job and stomach the annoyingness of life every single day. I do it because I have to and my parents watch me like I'm a blind kid who has just been released into the world.

Over my birthday weekend I went down with my dad to help her move out of the sorority house and move into a new house that she's sharing with like 8 other girls. Mind you this was MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND, but whatever. It's not like I would've had fun at my house because my mom and my little brother were down in Orange County for a soccer tournament. So I would've been alone on my birthday. I mean maybe my Spanish aunt Susanna would have come around, but she doesn't speak any english and I didn't want to spend my 17th birthday trying to speak spanglish.

Isabel's house turned out to be infested with cockroaches so after spending 2 hours moving boxes into her house, I had to kill the pieces of shit before the sorority girls lost theirs. Their shit that is.

Truthfully the murdering of insects was probably the highlight of that day because I was rocking a bit of a hangover from the night before. My sister took me out with my cousins Jennah and Hanna. Being 22 and 19, they had one thing on their mind after dinner. Being almost 17 I was thinking the same thing. Isabel was just thinking about pessimistic stuff and how we were gonna get home that night. Why is she always ruining the fun? For once I would like to wake up in a strange place so I can experience that feeling so many have talked about.

The morning after, I woke up to a video of me drunkenly falling asleep and reciting Martin Luther King Jr"s "I have a dream" speech. I was proud. I was less proud at the fact that I had vomited up all of my fettuccini alfredo from dinner.

A Self-Hating Narcissist

Hello, my name is Gabby and I'm a 16 year old girl who is super uncomfortable with what happens in my brain. Because my hand gets tired easily, typing is how I'll let my brain unfold itself.

I was born in June of 1999 and I like to think I've had my magnetic charisma since birth. I have an older sister named Isabel and she's kind of perfect in the way that makes you hate her. My little brother, Alex, is also perfect, but a little slow upstairs.

Alex is a super cute 15 year old man-child and I love him more than anything else. Today we did a face mask together. He can be quite stubborn, but when he stops caring about what other people think, he's really quite splendid.

Isabel is a singer at UCSB and is also tan and really pretty. She loves Jesus and telling our parents everything, because she does no wrong. I look much worse in comparison to her. I'm really not THAT bad.
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