I went to bad at around 2:30 due to insomnia/thinking about social injustices. Instead of sleeping until my alarm wakes me up at nine, I wake up at 6:30 to the sounds of my mother and sister screaming. Again. If I were to wake either of them up from a state of rest, I'd get hell for it. But it is perfectly acceptable for them to argue at any decible at any hour of the day or night. Why were they arguing, you ask? Nikki didn't want to go to school because she couldn't do her make-up for a full half-hour. Mom yells at her to get ready, but she counter-yells and ultimately wins, currently residing in her bedroom instead of her first-period classroom. The girl's not an idiot; she's been manipulating my mother for years. When my brother or I mention it to mom, we get hell for that too, because my mom thinks she does a fine job disciplining her. Which she fails miserably at. My sister does not stay grounded, because instead of going out she invites friends over. She leaves the house regardless of whether she's allowed to leave. She makes plans and then informs my mother of them. She's missed 25 days of school, smokes, has had sex (and corresponding STDs), and does who knows what else.

What disgusts me most about the whole thing?

My mother would continue to love her, despite her miserable attitude and behavior, because she solely likes boys. She'll condemn her other, fairly-accomplished daughter when she allows herself to acknowledge (because she's got to know already at some subconscious level; that, or she's repressing it until it's vocalized) that she doesn't like solely boys.

That's what is wrong with the world. One of the things, anyway.