I'm desperate to leave this houseeeee. Ugh, what a surprising week/weekend it has become.

Friday night, I went with my mom and dad, who had the flu yum, to pick my sister up from the Airport. I hate waiting for baggage, but I did it anyways with a smile on my face. I was told I was in dire need of a new attitude, so here's my chance. After that I was begining to feel slightly malnurished and my stomach was drawing into my body, so I suggested we stop and eat somewhere on the way home. Dad knew he could please me with taking me to Las Colinas, because I have been pleading for a reason to go there, but because my mother feels the need to make my life a living hell, refuses to let me go. I was satisfied as I ate my soup and drank my tea, and even devoured two scoops of Vanilla Ice Cream. Yum. We got home around 10, my sister went off to see friends, I, of course, stayed home and played Guitar Hero, blegh. I think I wandered off to sleep around 2 a.m.

Saturday,I woke up, had a short lived hope for my health and jumped in the car and took a trip to the gym. Ha, Julie at the gym. Yeaaa. I reluctantly checked my e-mail, slightly hoping that the Gaylord would have looked at my application. They did, it's in review. Fuck, I might have a chance to get that stupid job. Eh. But I put in another application at a clothing store near-by. I kind of dispise the store, but hm, they have nice jeans there. And whatdayaknow?! Within literally one minute of clicking "send" on my application, I had an e-mail telling me to call and set up an interview. Wow, I'm good enough for something. I talked to the guy, Steve, who seemed smart and relaxed, and set up an appoitment for Monday morning. Wooo.
After I told my mom, she almost seemed proud of me. But then her brief shot of happiness was washed away as she did my laundry and accused me of using too many towels and not using them enough. Oh sorry.

Sunday, I made myself the most delicious breakfast. Mmmm. My mother alotted me an hour to shower and be ready to leave for Plano to go shopping with her, my sister, and dad. I got ready, of course we had to take pictures before we left the house. Blegh. Killl meeeeeeeee. Look at how awesome my family is:
We get in the car, my dad, whom is driving, puts his iPod headphones in and turns it all the way up, tuning us out. Then my mom turns on the top 40 radio station and trys to match my dads music. Ha. No one can even hear themselves talk.

We shopped and I got some new shorts. Yay? We got some milkshakes and decided to go home. Hm, productive afternoon.

Steven's drunk. Oh my goddddddddddd.
That little poop, I guess we don't have breakfast plans tomorrow. :(
Hmph