Current mood:	crazy
Current music:	"A Man Needs a Maid" -Neil Young

"I wish I was my own girlfriend!" -Brandon
It's been a while since my last update- not because I'm busy but because I'm lazy. So this weekend was Parents' Weekend here at Oglethorpe, so who came to visit but- yes- my parents. And siblings, of course. They all came to Night of the Arts and the folks enjoyed it (the kids left at intermission). Afterward, my family finally left and Sarah, her brother Jesse, and Brandon came over to play games. It was an interesting experience, especially with Laura asleep in the other room.

This morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door, which I ignored. I got up and discovered that it had been Brandon and Bernard playing with Walkie-Talkies, and then I went over to Sarah's to watch a show about a cursing squirrel.

When I got back to my room, I called my mother up and she invited me over to Grandma's, where she was staying. I went over there on what little gas I had left in my car and proceeded to argue with her. Ah, memories. She really tries to make it the best for me when I see her the times that I do. In the hour and a half I was there she pried into my personal life and ignored me so she could yell at my siblings. So I got in my car and left.

Eventually, Sarah and Brian (her boyfriend- her brother had left) and Brandon and I all went to the Midnight Madness thing to watch Laura dance. Much to our dismay, most of the evening consisted of a basketball thing. We were all very bored (except, of course, during Laura's dance). Brandon and I left midway through and then met up with the rest of them later. Laura was once again indisposed and the other four of us were left to play games.

When Sarah and Brian left, Brandon and I tried to convince Laura to go somewhere with us but she refused. It turned out to be okay, though, even with all the traffic on Peachtree and Peachtree, because I had my very first "real human being" conversation with Brandon. We also ended up making a Twelve-Step Program for Laura at the restaurant we went to. He was so excited about having made the document that he was heard to be said, "I wish I was my own girlfriend!", meaning that he wished someone would do something as cool for him.

I won't go into why the other night was the worst of my life, but just suffice it to say that things are at least partially better now. If that makes anyone feel better. Because I know that I, personally, don't. About that situation, anyway.

xoxoxo
Ali