And then my sister pulls out some bs about how if you’re at 5ft, you should be at 100lbs and add 5lbs for every inch. I’m 5’3″ and according to her model, I’m still right where I need to be.

This environment I live in sucks.

Welcome home Jenn :D

Ps:
“OMG! YOU CAN MAKE QUESADILLAS ON HERE!

AND CAKE!”

But no, as it turns out, my parents are just retarded.

So there is a sim card that they need to get down to her, or she’ll be left without a phone on finals week and wouldn’t be able to call anybody if she needed help. They sort of figured that my sister would have friends who are back in LA (on finals week? Seriously?) that can take it back to her. Well, my sister doesn’t have anybody to take it to her. So she’s left with these ridiculously stupid options:

1) Go without the phone on finals week and be unable to call her friends for help
2) My dad would go down there on Tuesday night after work and give the card to her
3) Mail it

So I told them about mailing the stupid thing. They were like “WE HAVE TO PAY FIFTY DOLLARS IF IT GETS LOST”. Geez, have you seen the gas prices? It costs about fifty bucks to get down to San Diego. If the card gets lost, we could buy a new one for less the price of actually driving there.

Why couldn’t the retards have just waited another week to sign us up for a new plan? My sister has finals and I’ve got dates with the dentists to attend to and can’t be bothered with the confusion that new phone numbers bring. Oh, wait, because the company would give my parents money if they signed up for a new plan with them.

Goooooooooooood they are so cheap and it just costs more in the end :/

They’re likely to send my dad down to give the card for her, since its just the stunt that my parents would pull even though Jennifer’s decided she’s going without a phone.

I just wish my parents used their brains more often. Is that so hard? I mean that extra 500$ is nice, but not when it fucks over your daughters in the process and something you could have just waited on. Sigh. I like to think that there’s some “other side” to this story, like if we’re short on cash or something . . . but even if we were, its over the lack of financial control my parents have with their spendings and ultimately their fault in the end. And I’ve lived with them long enough to know that this isn’t it and that they really were just being stupidly cheap.

Sigh.

Yep. Thats my parents for you.

Well Dad, I did.

And right now, I hear my mom going “When I want to take a vacation, you do too! Go away!” She’s probably talking about her coworkers, but wouldn’t it be hilariously funny if it were my dad?

My parents are great.

I’ve had the same neck cramp for about two days now, and it doesn’t seem to be getting better. I went to Vegas so that my sister wouldn’t get dropped off at some arcade while my parents gambled, but all I got from her was a “why are you so bitchy?” when I acted a little snippy over the ridiculously slow way she did things. Ohs, maybe its because my neck hurts, I can’t turn my neck from side to side, and she’s just standing there looking stupid.

And I just get told to stop complaining when I tell my family that my neck hurts.

And the only real time they really notice me is when we’re walking back to our hotel room and they’re about a mile behind me and I tell them that if they don’t walk faster, I won’t hold out the door for them. And they were like “THEN JUST CLOSE IT, JEEZ” and so I did. Only I shoved the door instead of letting it close on its own, so it came off as a slam.

So I called John, cried, hung around the bathroom for like an hour and a half, couldn’t sleep the entire night because moving my head hurt too much, got up, got dressed, sat in a car for like four hours, and impatiently waited for John when I got home.

I’m really glad that I got to see John today, as I’ve never actually spent Christmas with a boyfriend before, but as far as my family goes? They can all just fuck off.

Well, don’t. I had a very good day with John and I would like to have more of them. Its weird, I’ve never actually felt love like this before.

1. I tell them about how the insurance money for my dental repairs has run out, since our insurance play is ghey and only allows us 1k a year for fix ups. It seems like a whole lot, until you notice that the deep cleaning procedure is around 400$ and each cavity to repair is about 250$. So what do my parents do? Bitch about how I don’t listen and then buy my sister a 32k car that she drives only when she’s home from school, which isn’t often.

2. I tell them that I have to go to see some specialist about my thyroid. My mom says its because I don’t dry my hair at night and then decides to put in laminate wood floors. In December. Its fucking cold.

3. We’re going to Vegas. In fucking December, and on Christmas, I’ll be stuck in my parent’s crappy minivan in traffic trying to come home. I’ll probably be bitchy and nauseous, since I get carsick easily. I don’t even like going to Vegas. Lately I’ve been getting tired at everything. I can’t even walk through a mall properly without wanting to find a bench to sleep on. How does my retarded parents think that I can actually deal with going to Vegas? And what am I supposed to do? Not go to Vegas, stay home all by myself, and have my dumb parents drop off my sister at some stupid arcade thats she’s outgrown years ago by herself while my stupidass parents waste their money in some damn casino?

I would not like to spend my Christmas stuck in some damn minivan, tyvm. And I would really appreciate it if my stupid parents stopped pulling that “WHO IS JENNIFER GOING TO HANG OUT WITH?” card. You should have thought of that before, Bastards :/

As currently I’m waiting for the blue dye to dry up. :D

I look fricken awesome.

Edit: My mom is freaking out over it. She has been xD The only thing that came out of her mouth for the last couple of hours is “She’s crazy!” in Chinese. Now she’s saying “they’re going to say ‘you’re not normal!’” as if I really get my panties in a twist over whether or not I’m “normal”.

So after about a half hour of my mom running back and forth forgetting and unforgetting stuff, we were finally on our way to San Diego. That is, until 2/3rds of the way through when a wheel of our minivan popped. I was asleep when it felt like we were driving over huge rocks and and my dad pulled over to the side, losing a hub cap in the process. I sat there for another half hour or so while my dad changed the wheel. I got to talk to Mindy and her son during that time :D

And since the spare tire we had was flat, we drove at like 2 mph down a freeway until we could find an exit to find a gas station to put some air into the tire.

After that, we accidentally drove into marine property.

Yep . . that was just the morning. I’m tired now and don’t feel like continuing.