I love my sister. I really do. I love her a lot, too. But being around family right now is just too stressful. I have no idea why other than PMS and fucked-up horomones, but I've started crying every five minutes over really stupid shit like, "oh no, I've run out of cereal" or "I tripped over the tiki torch that's still in my room for some reason ( Read more... )

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Great work, mom. No, really, that was an excellent start to my day. I love getting up, pouring myself a bowl of Rice Krispies, and then being asked if I'm still losing weight. Even better, let's mention that my sister is now thin and gorgeous. Whee! I feel so much better now ( Read more... )

I love my daddy, but he always yells at me ( Read more... )

Why does life insist upon being so effing complicated?

Okay, mine plays the euphonium. AKA, originality up the wazoo. Then, while she was packing, I proceeded to teach her the basic swing step, which she picked up right away. Then I taught her an underarm turn and the arm slide. Plus we made hot fudge sundaes (the fudge part will be traveling ad schoolum with me tomorrow.) and listened to Japanese pop/ ( Read more... )

Dear Dad,

Please come to terms with the fact that at some point your precious carpets will get dirty and the world will not end.

Love,
Annie

P.S. I have the coolest Japanese exchange students to ever walk this earth.

I :heart: my students!

Summit Ho!

PS: I'm really upset with my boarding pants. We're beefing.

So my parents just spent the past couple of hours lecturing me about losing the keys to the car and how I was going to pay the $200 to replace them. Then we get home from Monday Night Rehersal, and my mom is taking off her earrings and putting them where she normally keeps her car keys, and lo and behold, THERE ARE THE KEYS SHE JUST SPENT ALL THAT ( Read more... )