home on a saturday

Forget everything you think you know about me...this isn't high school, this isn't high school, this isn't high school

i'm better off home on a saturday night with all my doors locked on tight, i won't be thinking about you baby..

-Brand New "Last Chance To Lose Your Keys"

What really surprised me today--two things--no, three things--

1) I felt a massive amount of guilt for missing so much school. So now I resolve to not miss so many times, so that I don't have to feel like such a bad person.

2) How many phone calls I got during my nap. The one time I don't feel like talking...sorry if I sounded kinda angry or groggy. It's sleep, man. Messes with you.

3) My parents actually wanted to go to the movies tonight, that or bowling. We went to the movies first, and then swung by the alley. Yeah, nothing. We didn't bowl. But we saw Hitch. I saw the B Villa homies there, including my fellow ETA Noemster. How weird though...my parents actually wanted to go out. Usually they're the last people to volunteer to spend their Friday nights outside of the house. But no...Ew there was a couple in front of us and the dude laughed like he needed a ventilator, and he and his girlfriend were totally making out during the whole thing. Kind of disgusting. It would have been less disgusting if they kissed in a more attractive way hahahaha but still very gross...

Damn man, I don't know. Being home SUCKS. Because like my parents think that Kappa is the devil or something. How wrong can they be...and I want to just harangue them on how it isn't, but I want to keep my cool. I think I've exploded so many times in the past, and they are my parents. But if this is my oppression then I shouldn't keep quiet, right? Or at least, just find a way to resist them. But I don't know how to do that with my own parents. I'm the family BITCH. Meaning I do whatever they want me to do. Just because I hate being a disappointing, but typing that out just now I realize that that's so wrong of me to feel. Because then I'm not even being myself. FUCK.

There is no amount of sleep that can catch me up to being sane again.