Day two - low-key seafood and hatred of family
I'm tired!
I worked out this morning, went for two swims, hit up some flea markets but didn't buy anything, talked to Mari briefly when she called, and had lunch at The Catfish Place in St. Cloud. I'll do a blog entry later, as the restaurant has been on TV.
My mother is driving me insane and I swear this is the last vacation I'm taking with them. Her neurosis is getting worse. She has to repeat everything a bunch of times and then gets upset when we call her on it.
And for someone who has to check and recheck everything, she keeps asking us if we saw Bella before we left. We're fairly certain she didn't follow dad outside when he put chlorine in the pool, but whatever. Why ask now?? She says she didn't think of it before and when I scoff, she does that passive-aggressive shit where she says that maybe she's got Alzheimer's. I love my cats, but on the off chance she got locked outside in the patio, she's probably dead now. It's been horribly hot and there isn't any water. This sounds heartless and cruel, I'm sure, but seriously, if the cat died, traveling back isn't going to fix it.
This vacation sucks. My dad is calling me "cat killer" and bringing up my exes. I am so sick of this family and their Douchebaggery. And we decided against dinner because we had a big lunch and my parents are acting like children because they're hungry NOW and not much is open at this hour because it's Sunday. I feel sick and my stomach is horribly swollen, I'm shaky and even after the cool down on the treadmill my heart rate was nearly a hundred so my thyroid is probably acting up again and it's their fault because they fucking stress me out more than anything, even work. And my brother is a drama queen and I can't wait for the day that he gets his heart trounced on so I can make fun of him. Oh, wait, one actually has to leave the house to meet people! Jerkoff.
It's like pre-moving-from-NJ all over again. I need out but everything is so fucking expensive and I am not rooming with strangers. All of my friends have their situations settled, so I'm stuck and I hate being here again.
I worked out this morning, went for two swims, hit up some flea markets but didn't buy anything, talked to Mari briefly when she called, and had lunch at The Catfish Place in St. Cloud. I'll do a blog entry later, as the restaurant has been on TV.
My mother is driving me insane and I swear this is the last vacation I'm taking with them. Her neurosis is getting worse. She has to repeat everything a bunch of times and then gets upset when we call her on it.
And for someone who has to check and recheck everything, she keeps asking us if we saw Bella before we left. We're fairly certain she didn't follow dad outside when he put chlorine in the pool, but whatever. Why ask now?? She says she didn't think of it before and when I scoff, she does that passive-aggressive shit where she says that maybe she's got Alzheimer's. I love my cats, but on the off chance she got locked outside in the patio, she's probably dead now. It's been horribly hot and there isn't any water. This sounds heartless and cruel, I'm sure, but seriously, if the cat died, traveling back isn't going to fix it.
This vacation sucks. My dad is calling me "cat killer" and bringing up my exes. I am so sick of this family and their Douchebaggery. And we decided against dinner because we had a big lunch and my parents are acting like children because they're hungry NOW and not much is open at this hour because it's Sunday. I feel sick and my stomach is horribly swollen, I'm shaky and even after the cool down on the treadmill my heart rate was nearly a hundred so my thyroid is probably acting up again and it's their fault because they fucking stress me out more than anything, even work. And my brother is a drama queen and I can't wait for the day that he gets his heart trounced on so I can make fun of him. Oh, wait, one actually has to leave the house to meet people! Jerkoff.
It's like pre-moving-from-NJ all over again. I need out but everything is so fucking expensive and I am not rooming with strangers. All of my friends have their situations settled, so I'm stuck and I hate being here again.