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Well. First things first. Never, ever, leave the driving to Greyhound. The one-hour and thirty-five minute delay caused by the traffic jam right in front of the NYC bus stop translated to not-getting-into-Albany until 10:30 at night, my parents not being able to come and get me until 1 am (because the bus would not have arrived in Utica until about 3:30 in the morning), me not having time to eat dinner (and hence stopping at Denny's at 2:30 in the morning), and not getting home and into a real bed until 5:30 this morning. Not fun at all. Not at all.
Especially when the conversation at the Denny's table goes like this:
Mom: "Honey, try to stop using the word 'like' so often."
Me: "Mom. It's two in the morning." *falls over onto little padded resturant bench as a result of the cramps from Hell*
Mom: "Don't do that."
Me: "Murgh." *sits up, looking murderous and bleary eyed* "So, how is Courtney?" (My sister, for those of you who do not know. The only member of my immediate family I really like more often than not.)
Dad: "Oh, we had a big fight and kicked her out of the house."
Me: *this takes a minute to sink in* "WHAT?!?"
Mom: "Yeah."
Me: "Where is she staying?"
Mom: *starts to laugh*
Dad: "We're kidding, honey. She's spending the week babysitting the dog of some family friends."
Okay. Two words, Mom and Dad.
NOT FUNNY!!!!!
Can you say that after me? No, I knew you couldn't.
Plus, this pissed me off because that means that between school, dog-sitting, and play practice, I am not going to be able to see my sister practically all week. It's 5:57 pm now. I still have not seen her.
Oh, and more not-funny. You all know that road that I have been ranting about for more than a year now that is supposed to go through the woods?
Well, it might end up not going through the woods. It might go through our house instead. Fun.
This would mean that the road-building people might buy us out, and that we could move somewhere else or buy a new house. This would be nice, especially considering the fact that we (presumably) would not have our business in our back parking lot anymore. But it's not something I want to think about on the second day of vacation. And it is my house, dammit.
In nicer news: I have been invited to a party at seven where there will be at least three good friends who I have not seen since last break, with maybe more to show up later. And it is a good kind of party, with dancing and anime and much talk and no alcohol. There's only probably one of these a semester in this town, and I've managed to find one. Hoo-ray.
Here's hoping my parents get back before seven so I can eat dinner and go pick up food before I am supposed to be there.
Especially when the conversation at the Denny's table goes like this:
Mom: "Honey, try to stop using the word 'like' so often."
Me: "Mom. It's two in the morning." *falls over onto little padded resturant bench as a result of the cramps from Hell*
Mom: "Don't do that."
Me: "Murgh." *sits up, looking murderous and bleary eyed* "So, how is Courtney?" (My sister, for those of you who do not know. The only member of my immediate family I really like more often than not.)
Dad: "Oh, we had a big fight and kicked her out of the house."
Me: *this takes a minute to sink in* "WHAT?!?"
Mom: "Yeah."
Me: "Where is she staying?"
Mom: *starts to laugh*
Dad: "We're kidding, honey. She's spending the week babysitting the dog of some family friends."
Okay. Two words, Mom and Dad.
NOT FUNNY!!!!!
Can you say that after me? No, I knew you couldn't.
Plus, this pissed me off because that means that between school, dog-sitting, and play practice, I am not going to be able to see my sister practically all week. It's 5:57 pm now. I still have not seen her.
Oh, and more not-funny. You all know that road that I have been ranting about for more than a year now that is supposed to go through the woods?
Well, it might end up not going through the woods. It might go through our house instead. Fun.
This would mean that the road-building people might buy us out, and that we could move somewhere else or buy a new house. This would be nice, especially considering the fact that we (presumably) would not have our business in our back parking lot anymore. But it's not something I want to think about on the second day of vacation. And it is my house, dammit.
In nicer news: I have been invited to a party at seven where there will be at least three good friends who I have not seen since last break, with maybe more to show up later. And it is a good kind of party, with dancing and anime and much talk and no alcohol. There's only probably one of these a semester in this town, and I've managed to find one. Hoo-ray.
Here's hoping my parents get back before seven so I can eat dinner and go pick up food before I am supposed to be there.
