Under my Skin.

So some things have been bothering me lately. And they mostly have to do with my parents. Figures.
First, my mom (and her friends).
So, you know how when you were like in third grade and you had recess. And rather than play with the boys and get a head start on dating since boys had cuties (they still do, trust me) you and your girlfriends would have relationships with each other.
Like we would stir up fake drama just so we could talk about something. It's the same as what teenagers talk about now, except the names and people were all girls.
Like you and Sally would have been married but Sally was cheating on you with Alexis and that made you annoyed so you kidnapped Alexis' daughter, July, from her previous marriage with Jessica.
Sound familiar? Because before Pokemon was a girl thing, that was all we would do.
And we still do that, I mean my two best friends got married in Spanish class, and then got divorced and were dating. But heres the thing, its totally fake. Do you really think that we would do that?! Pfft, we were too busy with Barbie dolls to have relationships, we just said these things, made little soap operas of our life, to pass the time.
So, as technology becomes more prominent in our everyday lives, my mom becomes more addicted to Facebook. So through Twitter I meet this girl named Bridget, who is very jokes. So we become like besties and so shes like "Hey! Lets say we're in a relationship on Facebook!" And its Facebook, and since I don't care what I put on my Facebook, I agree. Next thing I know my mom and like a bajillion of her friends are all coming at me asking things like "So I saw you and this Bridget girl are in a relationship, wanna tell us something?" And being the total sarcastic person that I am I'm always responding with a "Well, we ARE in love, aren't you happy for us?!" And then I break down in fake sobs until the subject drops. Keep in mind, all my moms friends have sons who think I am PERFECT for their son. All of them. I really wish I was joking. With like four moms, its hard to be fully yourself.

Okay, now my dad.
I don't know what has came over my dad as of lately, but he seems to like to eavesdrop on all of my Tweets, he printed out an AIM convo with my BFFL Olivia, when gets a drink he tries to read whatever is on my screen. And then when I change pages JUST as hes coming by, he always asks me if I "suspicious". Right, because I'm going up to a persons computer OPENLY to see what they're doing. Like, at least when I spy, I do it in style. And then whenever I drop whatever I'm doing to smile at him or ask him hows his day is going he gets all angry. Like sorry for trying to give you my undivided attention Dad. I'll keep my headphones in next time.

Trust me, more Dad rants will be coming. I've always just scratched the surface.
But I hope to blog about Orlando adventures, so stay tuned? Can you say that with a blog? I don't know. Best wishes.