take me and break me, and make me strong like you

Home is home. Home is nice. Well. So today, I woke up really late...at about noon, and I got up and did some laundry. It was also my cousin's birthday party, he's 26, which is strange, it was such a large party, but I guess its a double thing because I guess he's a nurse now? I don't know exactly. Anyway, that was pretty fun. I had to bake a cake for the occasion and write with icing "Happy Bday Manong Stan! From all ur cousins!" Because my hand was cramping from all that having to push the canister blah blah blah. Anyways, it was just nice. My cousins are always, and will always be, the funniest people I've ever known. Maybe its just easy to have fun with them, and that's really weird because I'm the oldest. I guess I'm just that much immature, either way, it makes me happy, and that's all that friggin matters.

I hate keeping secrets.

My parents talk about what you feel like when you're drunk and I say "Sorry, I wouldn't know." or "Oh really? Okay." It makes me kind of laugh inside. But that's sad.

And I think I may have to get a job after all because I totally come home and see my parents punching numbers and such and kind of stressed out because of things, and its either I never noticed before or this is a recent development. My bet's on the latter. So I might have to say goodbye to the sorority thing, and I might have to focus on balancing a school and a job. We'll see what's up, what will happen. What have I gotten myself into. Life life life. But its all very nice.