My sister took my FREAKING PLAYSTATION2 WHILE I WAS AT MY SPRING BAND CONCERT.
WHAT THE HECK?!
I get home, right? So like, i walk in my room... AND HALF OF MY DRESSER DRAWERS ARE OPEN and the clothes inside are like, all messed up. So i'm closing them, and decide to look over at my stereo to see what time it is...
And then i noticed it.
EEEETSSS GONEEEEEEEEEEEEE. DDDDDDDDDDDD8
It's supposed to be sitting on top of my stereo. BUT NOPE. GONEEEE.
I checked my game cases, and luckily she didn't take any of my games or my memory card, but i mean, SERIOUSLY!
Taking my clothes is a lot different than taking my 1 effing hundred and 30 dollar PS2!
So, I left an angry message on her cell phone that she'll probably ignore. But it still made me feel good for calling her an idiot. 8D
*still fuming*
Hate. My. Sister... She's. An. Idiot. For many reasons that i probably can't reveal.
UGHHHHHHHH. If she doesn't bring it back tonight. I'm going to personally kill her.
