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I love home. I love home a lot. It may be boring as hell once everything closes at like 9pm, but I still love it. I love my family, my friends, my house, my town, everything. We were so bored tonight that we got some Starbucks, then drove around listening to the Spamalot soundtrack, then ended up sitting in the 24 hr Dunkin Donuts and talking. It sounds really lame, but we ended up having a really good time.
I started applying for summer jobs. I applied to this restaurant/bar called The Blue Martini. It's on the waterfront, it's really nice. When I got home, my dad told me to go back and talk to Lou and tell him that I'm Dan's daughter. He's away for the weekend, but hopefully he'll give me a job since my dad knows him. My mom doesn't want me to work there cause I guess this guy is in the mob or something. I don't care though, I just want to make money.
My sister decided that it would be a good idea to bring her cat home. I don't understand why her stupid boyfriend couldn't take him home with him. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE cats. But the dog is freaking out. She sits behind the gate and cries. When she sees the cat, she goes nuts. He's a really sweet cat, but the poor thing is gonna be traumatized by the time the weekend is over.
Our house is a construction zone. My dad has been doing a lot of work in our living room. It looks really nice. He just needs to finish by Sunday, and put everything back together or else my mom will eat him.
We are of course having Easter brunch at our house. My poor parents host every freaking holiday. My mom has been really sick again, she didn't even go to mass today. The doctor wanted her to go back into the hospital, but she refused because we have company coming. She's insane. I hope that come Monday she'll agree to go in. She always tries to avoid going in the hospital and tries to take care of herself, and it takes so much longer for her to get better. When she goes into the hospital, she can rest and not worry about work and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I hate when my mom goes in the hospital. It still scares me, but not as much as it used to. She first got sick when I was in middle school and I was terrified. I hated going to visit my mom in the hospital. I'm kinda used to it now. I guess because I know she's going to be ok, and that it's better for her to be in there. It still sucks though. I'd also rather her go in while I'm home. I'd lose my mind if I was at school because I wouldn't be able to visit her.
I suppose I should go to bed so I can wake up and help my mom with the cooking and cleaning tomorrow. She won't ask for help. She'll start doing something, then you need to force her to stop and take over. She's crazy.
Goodnight
I started applying for summer jobs. I applied to this restaurant/bar called The Blue Martini. It's on the waterfront, it's really nice. When I got home, my dad told me to go back and talk to Lou and tell him that I'm Dan's daughter. He's away for the weekend, but hopefully he'll give me a job since my dad knows him. My mom doesn't want me to work there cause I guess this guy is in the mob or something. I don't care though, I just want to make money.
My sister decided that it would be a good idea to bring her cat home. I don't understand why her stupid boyfriend couldn't take him home with him. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE cats. But the dog is freaking out. She sits behind the gate and cries. When she sees the cat, she goes nuts. He's a really sweet cat, but the poor thing is gonna be traumatized by the time the weekend is over.
Our house is a construction zone. My dad has been doing a lot of work in our living room. It looks really nice. He just needs to finish by Sunday, and put everything back together or else my mom will eat him.
We are of course having Easter brunch at our house. My poor parents host every freaking holiday. My mom has been really sick again, she didn't even go to mass today. The doctor wanted her to go back into the hospital, but she refused because we have company coming. She's insane. I hope that come Monday she'll agree to go in. She always tries to avoid going in the hospital and tries to take care of herself, and it takes so much longer for her to get better. When she goes into the hospital, she can rest and not worry about work and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I hate when my mom goes in the hospital. It still scares me, but not as much as it used to. She first got sick when I was in middle school and I was terrified. I hated going to visit my mom in the hospital. I'm kinda used to it now. I guess because I know she's going to be ok, and that it's better for her to be in there. It still sucks though. I'd also rather her go in while I'm home. I'd lose my mind if I was at school because I wouldn't be able to visit her.
I suppose I should go to bed so I can wake up and help my mom with the cooking and cleaning tomorrow. She won't ask for help. She'll start doing something, then you need to force her to stop and take over. She's crazy.
Goodnight