h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Thank God, I'm back in Murray...

The trip and time at my parents house would've been ok, except that my sister is in one of her bitchy moods and expects everyone to bow at her feet for some reason. She's f*****g spoiled and it drives me insane.

That, and my mother hates what I wear. After I moved out, I said to hell with all of the baggy shirts and baggy jeans that I'd worn for years due to being insecure. However, after going to college and seeing chicks five times as big as myself in less, I said to hell with what I was taught. However, I came home in a tank top (which showed off my boobs, sadly enough. They're D's and somewhat too big for a tank top like I was wearing) and she made me change my shirt. F*****g hell... Just cause she wore that stuff in the 70's doesn't mean that I can't wear it now.

However, being the nice sister that I am, I let her borrow my car. (I love my car, it's my baby... Bought it myself with no help from my parents and it was a major step up from the '84 Buick LeSabre I used to drive; it now belongs to my sister) The only problem is that my car came back with the seat back so far I couldn't touch the pedals and a quarter tank of gas when I had a half to start with. This wouldn't be a problem except:
1) My sister and I are the same height, so there's no way that she could've drove because she couldn't have reached the gas pedals. Therefore, she wasn't driving the car and someone else was. *grrrr*
2) Secondly, it doesn't take a quarter of a tank of gas to drive from my parents house to the city pool and then to the high school to pick up her grade card and then back to the house. I wouldn't have cared where she drove if she had replaced the gas that she used and told me where the hell she went.

That's what pissed me off so much. So, from here on out, Jess can drive her shitbox of a car when I'm in and I can leave my car sitting in the driveway.

In other news:
The apartment is pretty much like I left it when I went home. My room is still trashed, my laundry is still dirty, and the neighbours are still smoking pot with my roommates. Life is good, so no worries there.

Rent is due on Monday. I'm good and Jason's good, but I need to go around and collect from the other members of the household.

My roommate Grant is working out at the moment to get rid of his huge ghetto booty and I'm subject to very loud, but mostly deacent music. Korn sucks, but otherwise it's all good...

Also, my motiviation for the evening is to write an entry on grits, which are the nastiest thing for human consumption.