In bullet-point because I'm bored.

• 1pm--Ate Thansgiving Lunch. Gorged muchly.
• 2pm--Five-Player Monopoly. Came in 3rd; trampled by brother.
• 4pmish--Season 2 House/Pie
• 7pm--Dad's. Started watching Blu-Ray!Casino Royale (had not seen it)
• 8pm--Broke for dinner; chicken tika masala.
• 10pm--Finished Casino Royale. Spent two hours trying to sleep.
• 12amish--Finally fell asleep
• 2am--Woke up to make coffee
• 2:40am--Had my dad drop me at the Mall (dad's nocturnal)
• 3:15am--Clocked in with my boss. Started baking/setting up
• 3:50am--First sale of the day, coffee.
• 4:55am--First ice cream sale of the day, cake-ice cream with oreos, whip cream and sprinkles on top.
• 5:30am--Ate breakfast. Had only downed coffee before.
• 6:00am--Coworker came in.
• 9am--Saw two coworkers (who are sisters) come in to shop before their shifts.
• 10am--Second coworker came in. (niether of the sisters)
• 11am--Three coworkers come in. I LEFT.
• 12pm--Fell asleep.
• 4pm--Woke up and had some stuffing.
• 5pm--Started typing this out.

Also we had started to watch 'A Moment to Remember' in Koran class on Wed so I will have to finish that. And I could say more about my uncle making me uncomfortable...but I won't right now. Just stare at the last 20-odd hours.

So in about 3 hours my mom, stepdad, and little sisters are all leaving for 10 days. I don't mind the little ones going, they drive me half mad on a daily basis. But it's gonna be me, my annoying cat and a bunch of plants almost the whole time, because my brother is going to be at my dad's house.

And I can't go over because of the plants. I swear, I've never cared much either way until now. Now I just hate them. Stepdad went crazy IMO. I mean, is this some kind of weird mid-life crisis? I have a diagram showing where the hell they are and that I should water them every other day and check these other ones every day and just...WTH? 20+ green things I could really care less about. I'm sorry, environmental people but...no.

I also OD'd on Britain's Next Top Model on YouTube, made it half way through the season before deciding to stop so I could post and then (eventually) sleep. Because I have to leave in 6.5 hours for work.

And Sarah-yah is in the process of moving into her apartment, ergo I haven't talked to her for a while and won't for a bit longer so that's kinda weird. And I'm hoping she got my letter. It was a dorky thing to do, but I wanted to do it.

But yeah. My brother better come over for a while because there's alone time and then there's being all alone for days and days with nothing but a whiny cat and a bunch of freaking plants to look after. At least I'll have the quiet to transfer stuff over to my desktop.

So. My stepsister/ex-roomate exraordinaire has left. For grad school. Has her own apartment waiting for her. Kinda...permanent and all.

It sorta just hit me. I mean, i saw the boxes and stuff disappearing. I knew she was leaving. But I don't think I totally registered how truly permanent it was going to be.

Not to mention she took the nice cat of the two. And yes, while the cat she took was hers, and the one that was left behind is mine, mine's just annoying. -_-;;;

So yeah. She's gone. And I have all this space that I will end up usurping but it's strange. Makes me want to escape even more to my own place. But I require a lot more $ squirreled away before I attempt that. I have calculations that put my total expenses for the month including the must-have internet around $800 and...it's just not time for that. That's my two paychecks plus other money presumably in the bank. The logical thing is to rent with a roomie, bring the cost down.

I just don't have any good friends like that I'd considering rooming with other than like, my brother. And he did show interest--just after college. Which will be in like...3 years from now. Ironically, I'll be off my stepdad's insurance by then. Oh, the joys of life.

So yeah. Trying to save a bit more for when I will inevitably break into saved stuff. It's just a little hard sometimes.

That what they're calling what my sister had. She's apparently all better now except for the pupil thing. Freaked the hell outta everyone though.

She'll be back in October for a check up.

My brother's back in the psych ward. For being suicidal.

I saw it coming, he fucking told me, but I didn't want to believe it. I don't know why it's so hard for me to deal with it. Maybe because he's never had any issues like that before, which is bullshit because god knows half my family is depressed or something. Maybe I'm just selfish because I'm used to being the one with issues but now that I'm less issue-y he's...taken my place?

That sounds fucked up even to me, and I'm not that inclined to believe it. All I know is that I got woken up forty minutes ago by my Mom telling me he'd been readmitted.

And what the fuck am I supposed to do now? According to Other Conversations, he, my stepbro, and I were to OUT of Dad's house by the "Start of the school year". Okay, so fine. No big deal, Mom and Stepdad are getting DSL between now and December anyway.

I just feel so useless. I couldn't think of what to do to help, even though I know that sometimes it's just hard to want anyone to help you. I had to have been able to help somehow, could I?

And of course, all these Not Good thoughts keep running through my brain, cutting being at the top of the list followed by trying out drinking and brawling. Lucky for me I'm too much of a goddamn pansy to try anything, and I have to much pride for having gone over a year without cutting to try that either.

It's sounds stupid to even call it that, I mean, what kind of moron uses a plastic shaving razor to cut? It's more like deep scratches and the only time it was ever halfway deepish was the last time. And that freaked me out enough that was the last time.

But it's been going through my brain, I can see myself doing it, but I'm just so sick of all the crap I know I won't even bother. It won't help and it'll only stress people out. I just wish I had money to spend. This would be a good day for a chocolate/coffee spending spree. All I can say is thank god for all the Terry music. That stuff kept me sane the last two days, and it's going to keep me on an even keel for a goodly time more, I'll reckon.

So. Lots of fun things going on.

Firstly, Yay! for people liking my slightly-cracky rpg icons.

Secondly...yesterday sucked. I mean.. everything after like, Noon my-time sucked. The cleaning sucked a lot. I HATE DUST. And LAUNDRY.

Thirdly. Library HATES Y!M. So not cool. So...no scening with peeps who only have yim/msn unless I'm at Dad's randomly.

Fourthly. WTF, MY FAMILY? My awesome Bi Uncle (who Maestro ingeniously noted sounds kinda like bionicle heehehe) had this major falling out with his dad/my grandpa. As in he wants nothing to do with him and doesn't want to be around him, get money, ANYTHING.

Aaaaand they're supposed to be going to my brother's graduation. Riiiight. Not together, they aren't. It seemed like Sam was just going to stay up in Fargo but...not sure. I mean he was planning on going down and hanging out. But now with the whole losing his job/falling out I don't know WTF IS GOING ON. And I'm pissed. I love him, he's a great guy we bond over the bi-ness and stuff. So...GAH.

Fifthly. I totally have allergies. To what I'm not sure but probably the same stuff my mom has. Wonder if that includes the cockroaches because that was hilarious. Pity she didn't watch Heroes that'd make it more amusing for her. So that's like...grass which I already knew... (I was the freaky kid who ran around in socks during the summer when everyone else was barefoot...) Dust, prolly. DAMN YOU, DUST. Um... maybe maple trees and whatever that other really common plant-thing was? Which leads into...

Six. SINUS HEADACHES ARE MADE OF LAME EVIL. That's self-explanatory, truly.

Seven. I want my internet-haven room. I cleaned it, I changed the sheets on the bed, I Swiffer'd the ceiling... I want my net back. And it's only been one day. :(