Family.

I have two parents. Both of which i love lots.
My mum is half irish, well technically she was born in London but grew up in Ireland and London. But we have a huge irish family, and man do i love them all.
My mum is a very strong character, and i look like her. She's wonderful, but strict too. I wasn't allowed a phone until tuesday (my birthday if you didn't already know)And i'm still not allowed msn, which i already have. Then there's facebook, i have it, now allowed it, but not on it too much... But i am! Mwuhahahaaa. But seriously!
Anyway, she's going through a lot at the moment. Not only are we going to Ireland this Christmas, she's been made redundant, so she's had to apply for one job, then she was declined, and now for job number two. It's not a great year for us.
My dad lost his dad last year, and it was horrible for us all. I can't think he's gone. But dad is always great. I get on with him so well.. the occasional argument, but heh.
However i have a brother, called Will, only 18 months younger than me. And he is the worst. He's a depressing so and so, and no one knows why. He has no girl troubles that i know of, and he complains about everything there is to. He beats me up on a regular basis, and i end up coming out with bruises all over my body. Yes, he was small, but now he's taller than me. He calls himself an emo, who doesn't hurt themself, but he calls me the wannabe emo who is suicidal, and he hasn't got that wrong. He calls me the geek of the family, but he comes out with better grades than me.. how did that happen?

Meh, rant over. :)

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