Home! *Yay*

Home from Illinois! Nothing against my cousins, but I just like the internet and phone too much to sacrifice it for even a couple days. As most of you noticed : ). Oh my goodness. The car ride was complete and total HELL. Two hours of shitty, shitty, horrible music compliments of Susan (who came with us to Illinois...honestly), who I'm pretty sure thinks she is black. SHE IS NOT. Then her and my dad got all revolting and romantic-like sometimes...NOOOO. My brother had long since stolen my cd player, so I couldn't even escape the awfulness and the music. I did have my Lord of the Rings (Fellowship) book, but when your dad and Susan think it's funny that you're miserable and are blasting the awful music, you can't really concentrate on the confusosity of that book. Confusosity is a cool word. I read it in the Angus books. So yeah, my dad gets out of the car to take Susan's bags inside her house, and I turn to my brother, and I go, "That was the WORST fucking car ride EVER." He just nodded at me angrily. Once we got home, my dad tried to drag my brother to Susan's house. So I had to talk to my dad and tell him flat out that he is forcing Susan on us, and that my brother can't take it, especially right now. So I finally brought him to his senses and saved my brother. My dad just does not understand how shitty this really is. SHE'S NOT MY FUCKING MOM, OKAY??Otherwise, I've been having fun playing DDR on my spraind ankle. I still limp, but DDR really does not hurt that bad. Maybe I'm just convincing myself of that, I don't know. But at any rate, I WILL play tomorrow at the party, no matter how much it hurts. I am SO looking forward to this party!! It's probably the most exciting thing I'll do all break; and I have had enough "family time" to last me for more months than I care to count. Been ignoring homework all break. Fun stuff. I probably won't do it until this weekend. After my sax quartet. And lesson. Maybe I should practice...eh, I should do a lot of things. Well, I'm off for now. Andrew and I hate life. It is overrated. And it really kinda sucks. Well, right now at least. We're both in pretty much the same boat. Almost. Sort of. Okay, I'm done. Bye!!