... I hate you, stupid people
Jan. 23rd, 2008 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So brain finally crashes around 6:30, and then two hours later, one of the housemates has a freaky loud conversation with her best friend; she went outside so kidlet wouldn't hear, except that put her RIGHT OUT BEDROOM. I finally had to go outside and beg for some quiet, but I was sitting at 2 hours at 9, when I was suppose to be getting up!
And then I FINALLY got back to sleep, and Aunt #3 called, and we got into a mild argument, because she's got this ridiculous idea about my mom's landlord that I don't want to even get into, and somehow Aunt #3 was convinced we'd pick me up in Santa Clara at 3:45, swing by South San Jose to pick up mom, come BACK to Santa Clara to the Winchester domes (okay, technically right by the border with San Jose, but come on!), and be in the theater by 3:50. That's right, 3:50. No wonder the woman is always late!
Mind blown, I had to call her back. Because dude. DUDE. So now we're going to a different theater, somehow now stopping by the post office to pick up a registered letter for my mom o.0;;), and I'm meeting them both over by my mom's house. And somehow, the only one without a car? Is getting roped into picking up Starbucks for everyone, too.
I'm so going back to sleep for another two hours. CANNOT COPE WITH CRAZY FAMILY RIGHT NOW.
And then I FINALLY got back to sleep, and Aunt #3 called, and we got into a mild argument, because she's got this ridiculous idea about my mom's landlord that I don't want to even get into, and somehow Aunt #3 was convinced we'd pick me up in Santa Clara at 3:45, swing by South San Jose to pick up mom, come BACK to Santa Clara to the Winchester domes (okay, technically right by the border with San Jose, but come on!), and be in the theater by 3:50. That's right, 3:50. No wonder the woman is always late!
Mind blown, I had to call her back. Because dude. DUDE. So now we're going to a different theater, somehow now stopping by the post office to pick up a registered letter for my mom o.0;;), and I'm meeting them both over by my mom's house. And somehow, the only one without a car? Is getting roped into picking up Starbucks for everyone, too.
I'm so going back to sleep for another two hours. CANNOT COPE WITH CRAZY FAMILY RIGHT NOW.