FINE! I'll post since everyone else is obviously too cool to be home on a Friday night (my mom said "you can't do something two nights in a row, you're sick"). I just got back from dinner with my family. Not the funnest time. No, not at all. I brought Catcher In The Rye with me, figuring I'd need a diversion to prevent me from having to listen to my grandfather's horrible sarcasm and bitterness and my grandmother's nonstop talking. I was so right. My grandfather's a horrible driver, and he wouldn't let me drive, and I was getting so pissed off on the ride over. My grandmother yelled at me for getting mad, and then my grandfather said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. And oh boy, did I want to jump out of the car and go back home right at that instant.

We went to a chinese place, and I filled up on chinese pizza and rice (I usually eat so much food that I'm at the point of nausea....or the food just makes me nauseous in general, and this time was no exception). I love my family, but I don't enjoy meals or outings with them.