Saturday, Sunday, and Monday

Ok... So I might have mised a day or two. Or three. :D But you still love me, because I definitely have stories to tell.

Saturday was pretty much just an extension of Friday night... only with more traveling, more spaghetti, and more walking. Yeah, that's right, after a lunch of spaghetti [for the 7th time (I'm not even kidding!) for me] we went to the mall [my two friends, aunt, cousin, and sister-in-law] where we unintentionally split up, and frolicked through the "Town Square Mall." In quote, because it really isn't that much of a mall.... :D I hate Boise. Just know that I made cookies. That should say something as to what kind of a day it was.

Sunday was crazy, starting at 9 am! I know, that sounds awfully late for a normal person, but for a nocturnal being such as myself, it's ridiculously early! Not really that much of a problem though when you have nephews and nieces as cute as mine. {: Anywho, 35 people and lunch later, it was chill time with the fam. Go figure, once half of the family left [sad day!] it was almost mellow. As mellow as it can be with three little kids with colossal lungs. Love them forever. However, trying to sleep in an open room with only thirteen stairs separating us and no sound barrie tends to leave me cranky in the morning. Then again, what doesn't?

Monday was pretty much the Monday of all Mondays, to where I had a raging sore throat in the morning, a fantastic cardio session in P.E., played in the sunshine, killed my sore throat by third hour, hung out with the fam some more before they left, and wow another sleepless night. P.S. Theory was hell on this day; imagine four part harmonic dictation as a wakeup and welcome to the real world. Yeah. I thought so too.

Today brought me oodles of joy and another sore throat, only this one hasn't gone away. The last of my family left back to their homes, and I almost drove myself to school. Theory was much better today. However, I saw my Grents for the first time [sadly] since Janary, and they're not exactly as I remember them. I wasn't surprised at that, but I was surprised at how much they've both changed. I suppose I feel jaded becuase [brace yourself] I'm one of the youngest cousins and haven't been around them for 20+ years like my siblings and other cousins have. I suppose I just feel like I haven't gotten to hang out with them as much as I would have liked to. I suppose I feel like a dunderhead because I don't want to see them because they're not how I want them to be. I suppose I feel overwhelmed at their shortened time on Earth. I used to not sympathize if someone died, becuase I thought I knew everything. Now I can see that people don't cry because they're sad someone has died; they cry because they miss someone. That makes sense now.

Anywho, due to my bad humor and my dad's incessant nagging about the same scenario for the fifty millionth time, I snapped at him on the way home, and probably murdered any rights and/or privileges I have for the next ten years. For a few months I thought I was past the stage of rebellious teenager, but apparently I'm not. Maybe I shouldn't have a mood. Or attitude. Or opinion. Or personality. Or anything like that. I don't know. It just seems that I should get over stuff and not let it bother me like it does, but lately there's been this pressure to do all of this stuff that I'm not entirely sold on, and the stress that I've been pardoned from for the past few months is coming back. Yae for anxiety. Apologies for turning this into a sad rant; I suppose I'll go write poetry to express my inner feelings, and be emo for awhile. I'll get back to you later with what I wrote, if anything. Cheers.