a turquoise flower

My brother seriously needs to learn anger management. Someone kept calling very early this morning and my brother, in a fit of ANGER and RAGE, ripped out the telephone and the Internet cords to stop the phone from ringing (since the Internet cords are in his room, and his own telephone extension), efffectively making us lose our Internet connection. (Why he didn't just pick up the phone, I'll never know. I mean, the ringing woke me up after I had trouble falling asleep last night too and I eventually picked up.)

Not to stereotype, but lemme tell ya, Serbian boys have the worst anger there is to be found on earth, and that is speaking from experience.

The one good thing is, I did manage to write a lot since I was disconnected and couldn't goof off. And I finally figured out how to start my romcomorama story! (And am about a thousand words into it as of a half hour ago.) yay! I mean it's due in June and I had about three months to work on it and finish it by now, but ya know *shrug*...The plot of the story, I knew beforehand, but, man, it was just hard starting that first sentence, you know. I'm also rather undecided on how close I should keep to the movie version and how much I want to make my own and how to fit that into Psych's universe and characters. I think it's easier to make these choices once you're in that moment of writing, instead of deciding beforehand or making any kind of outlines. (And I've also found that the things I'm NOT keeping the same as in the movie/prompt Ella Enchanted are things I disliked the movie. I mean, there isn't much that I don't like about the movie, it's one of my favorite movies of all time, but I can't help wondering how things might've been different if they'd decided to go a different route in the movie.)

So there was that bright side.

And I finally brought Abandon by Meg Cabot yesterday, after being in town to pick up my new glasses (which have an awesome dark brown plastic frame now, whereas all my other old glasses before were very thin and had no plastic frames). I'm not very far into it, but man, it's making me realize why I love Meg Cabot so freaking much (and am enjoying it even if the reading is very easy).

But, still, arrghhh! my brother. I love him but sometimes, man, you just get this strong urge to grab him by the shoulders and knock some sense into him.

(Here's hoping that with age, he'll mellow out some...)