God Awful Musicals

Wow, my day was amusing. After school I went and got my stupid WE dress altered and came home. Not too exciting. Well my brother got home about 20 minutes later. This does not seem exciting either. Well, I went to get on the computer. The internet didn't work, no matter what I did. I restarted the computer, unplugged the cable, turned off the computer, everything I could think of. So I was pissed that it still wasn't working. So I kicked the wall. Harmless violence. So I go downstairs for Mountain Dew, pointlessly kicking things along the way. Now let's get a seemingly pointless detail out of the way- when Susan dropped me off, I left the garage door open. And I had kindly unlocked the front door so my brother wouldn't have to use his key. So after some more kicking things I got my Dew and went back upstairs to play Solitaire for a while. Sometime later (don't know when), I heard some voices I didn't recognize downstairs. I thought it was just my dad with friends or something. All of a sudden, there is a cop up in my computer room. He's like, "Were you home before your brother?" I am, of course, very confused, and turned off the music I was listening to (Istanbul by They Might Be Giants), and was like, "Yeah..." He's like, "Did your brother tell you what's going on?" (Meanwhile he is searching the room) "Uh, no...what's the deal?" "He thought there was someone in the house."OMG. So I go downstairs with the guy to find my mom and brother outside having breakdowns. I had to hold back my laughter. That's right, my brother, despite the fact that I was IN THE COMPUTER ROOM AND HE WALKED RIGHT BY ME, called my mom because he heard crashes (me kicking things), who in turn called the cops over to my house. My brother claims that he was scared that the garage door was open and the front door unlocked, well excuse me for actually doing something nice for you, kid! We thanked the nice cops who hopefully thought my brother insane and I had a good laugh. My brother's stupidity never ceases to amaze me. After that fun time, I fixed the net, finally, went to a lesson that was cut short cause Karl had to go somewhere with his girlfriend (but he didn't make me pay, so it's all good), and then went to {dramatic music} my brother's musical.Now, you all know what these things are like. Two words: God awful. Well, there was one good part. Some members of the Busselli-Wallerab Orchestra played the background music and the in-between parts. Mrs. Wallerab is apparently the music teacher at AIS now. That is such crap. My brother couldn't believe I recognized his teacher's name. That is because he is stupid and very musically challenged. Not to mention my mom was being a spiteful bitch the whole time. The only reason I went was so she wouldn't bitch at me, but she bitched at me anyways, and only during the in-between parts, when the good music was playing. And she wants me to be nice to her?!?!With any luck, I'm seeing Drumline tomorrow. Woo! Well I've rambled on long enough, later.