Defending the Room Mate and Natural Hair

My room mate was dissed by someone today. Right to me. Basically what she said was,
"She seems nice, but... there's just something I don't like about her."
The thing about that is you do NOT diss my room mate to me. It's like the sibling thing. Yes, you can bitch and moan all you want about your room mate, but when someone else gives even a little sass... Yeah, things are going down.

My hair is getting ridiculous. I need to get a haircut. The weird thing is, with my hair I never end up doing much. The one big thing that I do with my hair that doesn't come naturally is part it to the side. My hair happens to naturally part down the center, which isn't a great thing. With having dirty blond hair, my 'do with the part down the middle resembled the Hanson brothers. Now? I decided to take a look.

This is how I usually have my hair.

And this is how I really usually wear my hair.

I really should work with my hair more. I'm simply lazy. I tend to think if it doesn't frizz out like crazy, it's fine.

How do you do your hair?

The Role of The Younger Sibling

Yep, it's Friday! Let the weekend begin!

As I've mentioned before, I have an older sister. Since I have an older sister, I've gotten used to being bossed around a lot. I've worked at not letting her get to me, but sometimes she just beats me. For instance, when we were younger she would always make me get a glass of water for her. It didn't even matter if I was getting up, or if I had just sat down. If I wasn't planning on getting her a glass of water, I was the most terrible person in the world.
Which brings us to this afternoon. You see, I had gotten a call during class from my sister. Foolishly, I returned the call. Chloe had called asking me if I could bring a board game down to our hometown for her. When I said that was ridiculous, she began ranting about how I was a b**ch for not bringing it down for her. No, she couldn't do anything else with her friends, she needed that game.
That's how I was guilted into driving home to give my sister a board game.

A BOARD GAME.

Simply ridiculous. What makes it even more ridiculous is that it's a board game she bought me for Christmas. No, what makes it even more ridiculous is that I was able to get guilt tripped into bringing my sister a game.

I'm quite tired tonight, but I must stay up! It's midnight movies night!

For the older siblings: What's the most ridiculous request you've ever made to your younger sibling?
For the younger siblings: What's the most ridiculous request you've ever gotten from your older sibling?

Foot Pain, Narnia and The Power Struggle of the Siblings

I feel as if I didn't spend enough time doing nothing today. I actually was... productive. Who does that?

Since Tuesday night, my left arch has started to really hurt. No. No no no. I was able to run today, but there were a few twinges of ouchness. I need to do my long run for this week still, but I don't want to screw up my foot. Maybe I'm over thinking it.

I ended up seeing the newest Chronicles of Narnia movie with my sister and dad this evening. WOW they did not even try to tone down the religion. "Come to Aslan's Land!" "I will always be watching over you, I am just known by a different name in your land." C'mon Narnia.

Being the younger sibling, the older sibling tends to believe that they should receive anything you have before you do. The older sibling out there might be scoffing me right now, but it's so true.

One item that the older sibling must possess if you already have it in your hands is the magazine. At least it's an example in my family.

The first instance of this happening today was this afternoon while I was reading a People. It was sitting clearly in front of me when my sister walks up to me and asks, "Can I read that?" Luckily in this moment, I had a distraction magazine to toss her way.

My other instance happened when I was walking up the stairs. I looked  over and squealed seeing the new issue of EW. (Yeah, I'm that weird.) Now, before this moment, my sister was on the other side of the house. Right after I got excited and picked up the magazine, she appears on that side of the room to say, "I was just going to read that." At that moment she yanks it from my hands. What. What just happened.

The older sibling feels they should get things first since they were there first, don't they? I don't know what another reason would be. Course, I've been trained to be commanded. It's been a long struggle trying to fight it. I don't think I'll ever officially be untrained. That sucks.

Are you the older sibling or younger sibling? How does power work with your siblings?