The attack of a teenager's rants.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m going to rant for a while about my badminton conditioning. Why?  Because I’m uncreative having trouble deciding on what to blog about. So, badminton conditioning picked up on the pace this week, where everything is about if you can actually endure the two hours of running around like headless chickens endless running. I barely make each one, only with one goal in mind. You may or may not be curious about what this goal is. Well, either way, that goal is to beat my brother at every aspect of badminton. Yeah, that’s right, my older, been-there-done-that brother who claims he’s so good at everything. Sure, I sometimes turn around and ask him questions about Biology or Geometry (the latter being something that he rarely answers successfully), but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be a jerk and decide, “Hey! I’m better than him! I can beat him at everything!!” So I ended up going against him during one sprint on conditioning, and I beat him! Hah! I beat my older brother at running, even though he’s twice my weight! Haha! I rubbed it in his face, knowing that, if it was the other way around, he’d be making fun of me. He just shot back coldly, “You’re the lighter one. Of course you’d run faster.” I just kept rubbing it in his face though, because I’m his little bratty sister, and don’t all little sisters taunt their older siblings to the point where they get a voodoo doll of themselves beaten up?