My brother, Josh, comes in, sees my new tuning fork, takes it, leaves.

I go after him in an attempt to get it back.

"I just want to see what it does in water" he says.

He gets a bowl of water, brings it into the room I'm sleeping in, sets it down. He bangs the fork on his knee and puts it into the water. Then he proceeds to bang to fork on everything in the room. Including me.

I cannot yell or even talk loudly at him because my mother is asleep, as is my sister. He could care less.

He finally leaves.

Then a few moments later he comes in again and throws a cup of yogurt at me, then leaves.

I pick up the yogurt to put it back in the kitchen. While I am in the kitchen, Josh takes a can of peanuts and a bowl of strawberries and puts them on top of my bed and leaves.

So I then go back to my room, take the nuts and strawberries back to the kitchen. While I do THAT he goes back into my room and locks the door behind him.

When he finally unlocks it, he runs out as I go in. A few seconds later he comes in again, and throws a piece of reheated onion from his burger into the room. I still cannot find it. I smell it though.

There's more, but I think you get the point. The problem is, while I am frustrated to tears, I'm laughing my ass off at the same time at the insanity so when I plead, "Josh, stop it" he doesn't take me seriously.

I am so ready to go back to GA.