- I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please, KILL MEEEE
- April 19th, 2005
Sitting in a Holiday Inn in Manassas, Virginia, alternatively doing errands for my parents, who are prone on one of the beds, and getting bitched at by them for absolutely no reason. Kelly has just commenced her 45 minute shower, which means I have some time. We're up bright and early tomorrow, probably around 4:00 because that's when Dad will be getting up and he has no concept of trying to be quiet, to catch a ride with Uncle Joe at 6, to catch a shuttle bus into the city at 8. Fucking joy. I got yelled at because I never get up early voluntarily, and therefore can't. Nevermind the fact that I was up at 5 this morning, and the first one ready to go. Bitches. And I'd been up the latest as well. Anyways, enough bitching. I just hate sharing a hotel room with my whole family. Kelly seized the good side of the bed, the side away from mom, who makes this sound like a mac truck when she sleeps. I'm not allowed to sleep on the floor. Yeah, that's right; not allowed. It's immature to not want to be kicked all night. Kelly has a habit of sprawling. It's late, and I'm getting yelled at over nothing, which makes me very cranky. And tense. Cranky and tense and I don't want to be here. Oh well. Parents have asked me several times if I'm having fun, and I've lied through my teeth because I don't want to be killed.
UMF internet has spoiled me.
My little cousins are too cute.
I'm not sure what we're doing tomorrow. Seeing the sights around DC, and then Kelly and I are going to bum around the massively huge mall, I believe. That'll be fun. I love wasting money. I want to buy books. What else is new?
Lots of homework. Pretending it's not stressing the fuck out of me.
I miss my friends back home. Both of my homes.
Kill me, please.