TD, the line between genius and insanity is very very thin
Uhhh… my family heh…
My mom is well… nice most of the time, but insanely over protective, a very sterotypical mom in some sense, and not in others. She was basicly, the perfict child. You know all the kids your parents (well, some parents) tell you, you should be more like? Ya, that was my mom. So I am expected to be just as perfict.
My dad is… for lack of a better word, a flippin’ asshole. He basicly does whatever he can to get what he wants done, never is really around much. Makes my mom’s life a living hell. He is a bad influance on my sister, and basicaly can’t understand the meaning of NO. (Don’t touch me, don’t make fun of me, ext ext.) He is like, the complete opposit of my mother. He was screwing upwards of 3 girls at a time, 2 of which were married. He has done quite a few seedy dealings, which I am glad noone outside the family knows about, or it would reflect horrably on all of us.
My younger older brother is okay… he is basicly your sterotypical teenager. I can talk to him sometimes, but for the most part he… well, I feel bad because I gave up trying to make sure he didn’t turn into a sterotypical teen. But… he seemed happy, and who am I to destroy someones happiness?
My younger younger brother is pretty cool, he looks up to me (Uhh… school project which I happened to come across when I was cleaning the sun room). He is fun to be around, and we play alot of games. He is still in that ‘Woohoo everything is fun’ phase with a bit of the ‘Stupid omnipitent parents think they can rule my life’ tossed in there.
My sister is six and well, heh… she is always fun. Her and her friends are always jumping on me and shouting “Kevie Kevie Kevie!” Which is fun. She by far, I am the most protective of. My dad is a horrable example for her, and my mom basicly fits her into the ‘helpless female I am nothing without a man’ role, which bothers me. So I try to do other things with her. She is young, and is blessed with obseen good looks (Skinny long straight blond hair, emerald blue eyes, fair skin, the whole thing.) So I know that one of these days, I’ll go talk to her, and it could be like taking to some ditsy girl. Which is a shame, because she is by far the most inteligent of all my parents children, myself included.
In short I guess, without strong parental figures, I’ve grown more attatched to my siblings and my cat (which I won’t talk about here, but as fiona says, “Kevin it is like you are married to your cat”). My grandma, and late grandpa, were always the best. So I jump at any chanse to see them though. Ya for cool grandparents