I don't remember...

Day Thirty-Five: The last argument you had.

Honest to goodness, I can't remember the last real argument I had. I don't really have arguments with people, I don't think. When I lived at home, I argued with my brothers a lot. But that's because they're my brothers. That's kind of to be expected. Though I didn't really argue with my sister . . . unless I messed up our room after she had cleaned it.

Anyway, I don't really argue with people. I get worked up about things, sure, and if I think I'm right, you better believe you're going to hear about it. I probably argue more than I think I do, though I do my best to watch myself. Especially if I'm getting worked up about things that don't matter. Which happens on occasion.

I have awesome roommates right now, so I have no reason to argue with them. Cora and I may get annoyed with each other on occasion, but we don't really argue. We just go to our rooms and stop talking for a day. We're usually fine the next day. If Cora and I seem like we are actually arguing, it's probably sarcastic. We have a tendency to yell at each other just because we want to. Or have a ridiculous argument just because it's funny. So don't take any of our arguments too seriously—if you wait long enough, you'll usually see one of us crack.

So . . . yeah. That's about all I have to say on the subject. Sorry I don't have an entertaining story to share.