This is not funny.

We have had meat go missing from the freezer, and our blanket mysteriously reappeared in our laundry room. Allow me to explain.

When my brother, Nathan, moved out, he decided to take our microfiber blanket with him. He had borrowed it, but it was still my parents'. Then, about two or three weeks ago, my mom found it in the laundry room, in a plastic storage tub if I remember correctly. It was matted, and trust me, those blankets never seem to get matted unless they're wet, because I have my own, and I have never seen it dry and matted like that. And so my mom reminds me that she'd noticed that roasts have gone missing from the freezer prior to the blanket's return.

And now our Canadian GED guide is gone.

That's right. Gone. It was in the dining room, where the other textbooks are, but now we can't find it. I'm so pissed off. I'm not really pissed off about the missing meat, because if he's stealing meat it must mean that he isn't eating properly, so if he's eating better because of the meat he's stolen, it isn't so bad. But the GED book? Can't he get his own copy?! I'm really pissed about the missing book because I wanted to use it to study towards the CAAT (Canadian Adult Achievement Test).

I think I'm gonna password-lock this computer, just in case.

Another funny

I forgot to mention something funny that happened at Costco.

Dad started looking at computers, because he wants to replace this one (it is at least five years old). So we were trying to crack the passwords on the computers. I couldn't get the first one, but the second one I tried to crack had a picture of a kitty as the user photo, so either my mom or my dad suggested that I try 'kitty'. It worked! But the computers were set up so that you can't access them even if you get the password right. It was still awesome, though :)

Mom and Dad went shopping while I stayed home and watched the David Gilmour DVD. When they came home, Dad immediately asked me to take frozen macaroni and cheese and frozen Jamacian patties to the downstairs freezer. I tried to put them in the big freezer, where frozen meals normally go, but it's packed. With meat. That they bought and sealed up with the Foodsaver vac-packer. So I got all PO'ed, and Mom told me to put it all in the bread freezer. So after complaining that the bread's gonna shatter, I put it in anyway. Then Dad storms downstairs, ready for an argument. Honestly, does he always have to be in attack mode when I'm angry? He could have spoken to me civilly. One of the baskets in the frezzed slips when I'm angrily trying to put it back in, so he says to let him do it. I'm trying to fix the problem, and he yells at me to get out of there and let him fix it. Typical.

And afterwards they gave me three packs of Pocky. Pocky are these biscuit sticks covered in chocolate, or strawberry cream, but I'm pretty sure that there are other flavours that we can't get here. They're made in Japan, and they're yummy. Plus, they aren't completely covered in chocolate - one tip is just bare biscuit so that your hand doesn't get messy! How awesome is that?

Anyway, Mom wanted me to apologize first, so I did. I did overreact, probably because I was in a rotten mood. The DVD skipped on a track or two, and I had to pause it a few times because the dogs were barking.

And now I'm listening to U2 :)