I have decided that I HATE my host brother. He is annoying, loud, rude and he talks too fast. Not only is he loud in the sense that he makes a lot of noise, he'll SCREAM. Like a whining cat. For no reason at all. He's obnoxious and I am sick of hearing him be a smart-ass. I'm sick of him thinking I'm stupid just because he speaks a mile a minute. I can't understand anyone in French when they speak a mile a minute, not to mention his retainer makes it even more difficult to understand him.

And he TORTURES his cat, Biscuit. You can hear her trying to escape him, whining and crying, and he just laughs. He thinks it's the funniest thing in the world, to make this cat miserable.

If he were my brother, I'd hit him. All the time. Until he learned not to be such a jackass or until he went braindead and lost the ability to speak.

Thank god Ryan is my brother and not this d-bag. (Excuse my language, I hate that word but it describes him perfectly.) At first I wondered why his mom was out of the house so much and didn't pay attention to her son, but obviously she's counting down the days until he leaves. I would too, were I her.