Ugh. I am unusually tired, considering what I did today. When I got up, the whole house was empty. The van's battery died yesterday, leaving my mom pretty much stranded, but my dad picked her up and they left the van in a parking lot somewhere. It wasn't far away, though. They went this morning to a mechanic. Or something like that. All I know is that I slept longer than usual because the house was so quiet.
My shower is still clogged up, so I had to use my parents' once again. It's so awkward. Even though their bathroom is cleaner than mine, I still feel weird. And their shower is different. It's more like a square; mine is a rectangle. Anyway, they got more drain-cleaning stuff and a snake to help unclog it. I don't know yet if it worked, but I hope so.
We went down to my grandma's house today. Three of Labrons's kids were there. Labrons is my only cousin on my mom's side. He doesn't seem to understand that his goal in life shouldn't be to have five kids before he's thirty (by at least two different mothers). The kids are cute, though. My grandma made food, and my mom forced me to play Bocce outside, and we checked out my grandma's old Jetta, which she is giving to me. If only I could drive it. It's a nice car, even if it is a bit on the old side. And there's something weird about the door locks. But it is so mine.
We went to the pool when we first got there. I didn't swim. I sat under the umbrella with my parents, reading
Pride and Prejudice and listening to Michelle Branch. Paul B. showed up; he lives around the corner from my grandma. It was hot, but not unbearable. My parents finally questioned how I got all these mosquito bites (which are almost healed by now, thank God; the itching made me crazy). I left out the important part of the truth, but they didn't seem to notice. Whew. Now, as long as I remember not to do that again, I'll be good.
Edit: Last night and just now, I joined
fanlistings for chips, chocolate chip cookies, sprite,
My Wife and Kids,
American Dreams, and
7th Heaven, and the new JK Rowling fanlisting. Obsessed? Maybe. Organized? Oh yeah.
