too late, too late!

ARGH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, had to get that out of my system. I'm mad at the immaturity and the stupidity of my family. We were looking at the house we're moving into (as far as I know), and MiniFam got stung by a wasp. Unc went into asshole mode and started being a pompous jerk to everybody. Fam got stressed out, and they got into a fight and were yelling and MiniFam was screaming...They just don't know how to handle each other. Sometimes I doubt they still love each other, and yet they want another kid. I hope they wait until I am loooong gone from the house.


So then Fam calls Unc and asks if he likes the house while he's taking us home. (He was yelling at her earlier "I'm taking the kids home! You go with the realtors!" KID?! WOW, the talking monkey is also a hypocrite. I am far more mature than he will ever be. If he ever calls me a kid again I'llt ake him down a notch with a baseball bat.) Unc says "It's fine, do whatever," making it sound like he didn't really want it. Unc, however, was telling us all how he liked it and what a nice place it was and how he thought there was room for a pool. So then I call Fam and tell her what he REALLY said and that I like it (even though I don't want to move) to make her feel better. So she put a bid on the house, and the realtors just now called and said we have it. We have two weeks to move in. Oh Lord.


Great. I am now 15 minutes away from SLAM, Mittens, and Tiny One. Almost 30 minutes away from my school, and more like 35 away from Rose and Biker and Blu. But, I'll soon have a car so I can go places, but that means I have to practice really hard and get my license this summer before school starts. There's a jacuzzi, though. The room I'll probably get is bigger, but I'll have to re-Effectitize it, which is a real pain in the ass. This also means I have to go through the hell of moving again. Oh well, it'll give me an excuse to sort through my stuff.


Speaking of, I was going through my mom's old photos and stuff today. There were some great ones of her and her friends and Fam. But I couldn't find one labeled "Lauren's Dad". I know he's in the pics, but I have no clue which one he is. There's one of him from the side, but all you can see is hair. I dunno. Just curiosity. He tried to contact me when I was twelve. I pretty much told him to piss off. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did, though. He waited until I was too old to try to meet me.
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Toulouse wants to know if my room has lots of closet space. I refuse to answer him until he quits intoning the future horrors of my move.