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For the last two days since my mom came home from Vietnam, I died. Not literally, I tell you. Metaphorically.

I need at least nine hours of sleep. NINE. I've gotten six lately. Sure, it's my fault I've been staying up 'til two in the morning to play games [Okami's awesome, by the way, although a tad bit slow], but at least let me sleep until eight. I mean really, six in the morning? Yesterday, I woke up to my mom vacuum cleaning. Which I thought was silly since we/I vacuumed three days ago the whole house. Today I woke up to my mom screaming [which is normal, I tell you] at my little brother to put on underwear and eat his cereal. So I went back to sleep after that little fight thinking it'll quiet down like usual with him watching his [annoying] cartoons and my mom yakking away at her phone to Ashera-knows-who, but instead, surprise! I again spazzed out when I heard ASIAN RAP. Let me tell you, I like Asian rap, but this was the kind I couldn't tolerate; BADLY SUNG VIETNAMESE RAP. I bet my cousins would know what I'm talking about. You prolly remember how I sounded on the phone yesterday, ne? Awful, right? Well, I'm WORSE.

I'm only on Gaia right now because I either had to: A] Stay upstairs and listen to that awful stuff. B] Crank up my mp3 player really really loud. [Her music's on the stereo. Or C] Find refuge downstairs where the computer happened to be.

You can guess what I chose. Well, whatever. I'm gonna take a nap or something after this rant.

sukii signing out, ne.