So...I told my mom that my brother couldn't stay with me tonight.
I feel kind of shitty about it, like I'm rejecting him or something, but the reality of it is that I don't feel comfortable spending an entire night with him by myself--and, my dorm room is not only trashed by cramped and not exactly guest friendly.
Unless, of course, my guests don't mind sharing a twin mattress with me and are totally comfortable with tripping over all of my clothes and books and miscellaneous items.
I love my brother, I really do, but he's a dick and he has some major anger issues that I'm not willing to deal with on my own. He makes me want to kick his ass. A lot.
My mom sounded disappointed, but I think she should have expected that my answer was going to be a nice solid no. I told her it was because I'm at a women's college and it would make people uncomfortable...and I may have implied it would be breaking some kind of rule (which is of course total crap because I've had guys over for the night). I also told her that someone might end up dead (and that's true).
It's better this way. It really is. The less contact I have with him, the less I feel like smashing in his face. I had a long day involving way too much time dealing with the bart and buses and different areas of the bay in search of a Magic 8 Ball. My patience is low. My tolerance for my brother hasn't been particularly high over the past few months either.
I'm in a face smashing mood.
And it's my sister's wedding, that's why everyone is in town, so killage is a definite no-go right now.
He's going to stay with our mutual older brother, which makes a lot more sense seeing as this older brother is not a college student in a cramped dorm room.
Seriously, I live in a box and I have one blanket and a mangy dorm carpet--I'm not even half as nice as a friggin' hostel!
And I have spiders.