Living with a Juvenile Big Brother

Alright, so for those of you who have been following my daily blog, you would know that my older brother of one year moved back home, as he finished school. This has become increasingly frustrating to the point where I just nights of sleep over it.

See my sleeping habits have never been normal, I cannot just decide to go to bed at a certain time. If I try, I will just lay there awake with my mind racing. Usually after about 2 hours laying there I have the need to just get up and do something. I have become accustomed to this issue and learn to deal with it so that it never really effects my day to day life. Simply just ensure I get tired around a certain time, this usually entails me getting around 6 hours sleep per day and usually have about a 2 hour variance when I get tired, once I begin to feel tired, I can usually just pass out without the energy to sit there and think.

This was all fine and dandy until my brother moved back in. His sleeping habits can be as erratic as mine at times, and thats not really the issue. The issue is that he almost always has the obligation to disrupt my sleeping pattern. I have not been back at school for more than two weeks and he has already ruined more than half of my weeknights for sleep. Whether he comes down, and wakes me up just as I fall asleep because it is before midnight. Where if I wake up just after falling asleep, I rarely go back to sleep. Or sometimes he just annoys me so much in my "tired phase" that I get so frustrated that I am no longer tired, and than he scurries away (which is exactly what he has done this morning). I know my sleeping habits are bad, if I have work todo, I will stay up until I am done, and like this morning, I was planning on going to bed around 9am as my classes started late. But no, he continues to bug me until I am no longer tired, meaning I will most likely pass out before class, missing my classes, or go to my class and fall asleep.

Some of you might try and offer solutions to this issue, but don't. My brother is 22, though he is living back at home, he seems to ignore my parents requests. He has his own floor in this house, as do I, and yet bugging me seems to be his main priority. I have told him, I need sleep to go to class and properly intake the knowledge, but him being a programmer, he disagrees with me, saying he would go three days without sleep. That or when he wakes me up, he tells me to just go back to sleep, if only it were that easy for me. I have been like this for about 5 years, and he only lived away from the house for 2 years, so this isn't anything new from him. I am just writting this because it seems like a better outlet of my anger, than punching him in the face.

A Trip Through Delusions of Grandure

Being missing in action for three days as I claim to make this blog a daily endeavor I see could look bad, but allow me to fill you in on the past thirty six hours.

I had truly kicked myself into gear, limitless style, minus the life threatening drug ofcourse. I work off a minimulistic amount of sleep over the past few days. Going to classes, something I had never become accustomed to, and found myself participating. I had the urge to complete my work. I spent the two days going over as much of the content as I could. I caught up in all my classes in under three days, and plan to continue on this determination drive, with a predicted completion of all readings and notes in less than two months. The outlook looked unstoppable.

Now this is all amazing in terms of school, but to my dismay I have let my love for music, gaming, and all things fun, including women, take a backseat in my life. Not too happy about it either. So as I plan on getting ahead in all my classes, and will have the time to progress as I will, I am going to be setting up specific times weekly where all I do is sit in my "studio" and work on my own tracks, make mixes, set up events/parties, or even just working on setting up contracts for new talent. With this new mind set of mine, I actually do feel limitless.

Now back to what I have actually been upto. Well besides the whole catching up on all things school for the weekend, lets just say I figured I deserved to celebrate my new found motivation, I would end my old ways with a big bang. Going all out on one big party. Getting profusely drunk and partying with friends. Surprisingly as a DJ I actually don't enjoy the club scene too much, but who cared, I was drunk, and wanted to have fun. If I were to recommend anything, and I mean anything, it would be to lock your phone.

I am normally a very happy drunk. I have been punched in the face during a party once, everyone grabbed me so that I didn't beat the shit out of the guy, I had no reaction, the guy was being dumb, I had no reason to start a fight with him, if he wanted to punch me, I was going to be the bigger man and not fight back. Even when I am drunk, I am not violent, I don't do too many stupid things, I am a "responsible" drunk. That being said, give me enough alcohol, built up frustration with a female counterpart, and a cellphone, and you got yourself the most volitile, shit storm of a drunk texting situation you could conjure up. Saying stuff for the sole reasoning of pissing her off, even going as far to call her a gold digger, knowing every time I have done so, she flips out. I may have said a little too much in the conversation with her, but when you deal with someone so closed off from the realm of emotions, saying things that would normally make a person do a double take of you, was more like throwing darts at a blank dartboard with her. So we could say I burnt a bridge, but its not that big of a deal, because when I come along with a hoverboard, I am sure she'll want a ride (thats a metaphor for those who were wondering).