I feel kinda guilty because I'm not all that jazzed about going home in a couple days. I haven't been there since June and that's the longest I've ever gone without seeing my family, so you'd think I would be counting down the minutes, but so far that is so not the case. It's not that I don't miss them, because I do...I dunno what it is, really.
I guess it's because I know I'm gonna get a bunch of lectures. My dad's way of lecturing is to ask me awesome questions like "Damn girl, how much bigger you gonna get?" Ugh. Then he'll wait three seconds and ask me to drive him to some restaurant. Mixed signals much?
Then there's my sisters. Who are basically somewhat thin through means of never eating and/or smoking their meals. They sit there surviving on diet cokes and Hershey's Nuggets and KOOL 100s and tell me my lifestyle is unhealthy. I accidentally let it slip on my last visit that I was diabetic and my sister Linda was like "YOU GOT THE SUGARS?" The sugars. That's my family, folks. We've never even lived in a trailer so I'm not sure how it happened, but it did.
Oh well, at least I'll get to see my brother, who I truly do miss on a daily basis. And my nephew who I love in person but hate talking to on the phone since he always makes me talk to the dog, and the dog is a shitty conversationalist. Plus my brother is the only one in my family who takes me out for exotic meals that don't start with Chicken Fried _____. (you fill in the blank, and they will fry it. Ah, Texas.)
Plus the previously mentioned flying fat. Urgh. Everything about it just seems annoying to me right now. Maybe it's headache talking...
Moving on...I went to Amber's birthday party tonight. I thought it was gonna be shitty and uncomfortable because of the 5-6 people from work that she invited, I was the only one who didn't bail at the last minute. So it was basically her whole family and me. But, I actually had a lot of fun. They're a great family, really loving and constantly cracking jokes and just having a good time. To be honest, I was pretty jealous. Being around a family like that just reminds me how much my whole family pretty much hates each other. I wish we could all get together and have a good time like that, but I may as well be wishing for a million dollars to fly into my pocket. (either would be great...)
I think at this point in my life, I'm just tired of being around people who create drama to fill their otherwise boring lives. If they could all just shut the fuck up and get over the stupid shit from the past, I think we could all be cool again. But it's like talking to a brick wall with these people. And then they wonder why I don't wanna move back home...
I'm done whining. Hope everyone had a nice Saturday :)