i am so fucking sick of my family. i have had hardly a moment to myself at all in the last week. okay... maybe thats exxagerating, but its not really... from a week ago" FRIDAY: spent all day wandering around with mom while we waited for her car to be fixed SATURDAY: spent most of the day at dads then came home and put up with my mom and brother MONDAY: mom off. tony home. went swimming with the cousins and people at the centennial pool TUESDAY: mom got off early. decided to "bond" with us. WEDNESDAY: cleaned teh house with mom and tony. then we went to my great aunt lauri's house and i was surrounded by people i didnt know. i feel like i am mildy agoraphobic. THURSDAY: had to go to the fucking "viewing" even though all you got to view was the casket. i drew it and some demonic doorway. all the people from wednesday plus a fucking hell of a lot more were there. uncle joe also came in from seattle and spent the night here. i had to lock the fucking cats in my room and tehy al kept me awake through the night. FRIDAY: had to go to the graveside service at the same mortuary. even MORE people than on thursday were there. everyone was nice and all, but there were ust too many ppl there. then we all had to go to the fucking ward to eat rolls and ham and potatoes. then uncle came back to our house we sat and played a game. him and me and my mom and my brotehr. then we took him to my aunts house. so the three of them are there, then the four of us, then joan and julian come and tony threw a fucking fit because we coldnt go to tims baseball game. then we crammed four large ish kids in the back of our car and it was hot and julian and joan and tony were screaming then tony fought with mom simply because she wouldnt take him to this restaurant he likes. in short. too much fucking time with my family. i am going to treasure tomorrow and try to make it as friends oriented as i possibly can...