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I can't tell if this is me being stubborn and moody or what. A couple days ago, mom offered to take me out to lunch this afternoon. I went to DMS to observe in the morning and came back to an empty house. There was a note on the counter saying, "We'll be back around 11:30-12," and a message on the answering machine saying "Nevermind." What? My parents went on vacation without me fewer than twelve hours after I got off the plane, which was totally fine with me. Something about cancelling existing plans, though, has never, ever sat right with me. I guess I do it to people often enough. I tell myself that it's different. That is me being stupid and unreliable. This is my parents not feeling like waiting thirty minutes to eat. I could tell that they felt really bad about it when they asked if I was mad and I shrugged and gave them the brilliant teenager response, "Whatever." I guess I didn't show that much enthusiasm about the idea from the beginning.. I said I'd been eating out a lot lately, and was (literally) sick of restaurant food. So maybe I deserved it? Since they got back, mom has made several offers of taking me out here and there, dad has tried to take music and movies with me, and both have been greeted with negative success.

I take passive aggressiveness to a whole new level, bitchez.

I'm wearing grey nylon socks that make me feet and ankles look dead. The thought of dying angry brings tears to my eyes.

Anyhow, tomorrow is happy, happy fun escape time in B-ton, Vermontland.