spoiled BH brats

i'm just like in an electronics-store commercial: typing on my laptop on the floor of my bedroom! they didn't need my dad's computer at the office so he gave it me, with a sidenote: the monitor is going. when it goes, either i get it fixed or go get a new one. so we'll see how long this lasts.

also, my sister came home from the hospital today. i'm still angry so i can't really look at her directly. my other sister said she overheard her laughing about her 2.9% blood alcohol concentration. that nauseates me. my mom told me that the first time the psych visited her she wouldn't talk to her, she didn't think she had a problem. for some reason they let her out. it's like she just doesn't get it. and law enforcement is not doing its job in this case - she did not get a single ticket, even though the cops had been involved. she even hit something! no ticket! then again, ticket or no ticket i'm not sure she gets it yet. i just wonder how many more close calls this girl gets - in 2001 she totaled my brother's car the day we drove him to college. the car rolled and she walked away without so much as a scratch. and how she managed to survive such a high BAC without hurting anyone or herself is completely beyond me. i'm just still angry. i don't know what to do or even how to start a conversation without seeming like i'm judging her. well, right now i am. need to get past that before i can do anything.

so we are spoiled brats. me with my computer on my bedroom floor and my sister escaping a DUI (and alcohol poisoning to boot.)