Freakin' Weeken'

Elisabeth came into town this past weekend. Ahh, it's very good to be with her. She's a happy person and together we are incredably goofy. When we add her old roommate Taylor Bates, the goofyness is through the roof. It's pretty crazy how void of emotion I can become when left alone. We've been doing the long distance thing now for awhile and I've been effecient at disconecting myself with lonliness. When we finally get together though, it's so great. It's really hard to transition back into that non-lonely mindset. Fortunatly when we get together, there is no transition. Things are truly great, I'm really excited to move to North Carolina in March to be with her full time. The rest of North Carolina I could do without, ESPECIALLY the heat, but so she's worth it. Sorry Luke:(

Katie, my sister, just realized that I'll be moving this spring. We were on the phone tonight and she mentioned how friends of her's from Boston are coming this summer and she wanted me to hang out with them. When I reminded her where I was planning on being, she was not happy. See, I have two sisters; Katie and Mary. Mary is very close to me in age, but very distant from everything else. Not too many people in the family really cares for Mary beyond face value. She an expert at burning bridges and holding extended grudges for the slightest blemishes. Katie is 6.5 years younger than me and absolutely wonderful. We enjoy the same things and are both easy going and supportive of one another. That's a good combo. I would call most of my family easy going and supportive. We like to help, some only think of what's in it for them. It's a huge pain on my parents. My dad hates that we don't talk. I found it interesting that since Mary's moved out, my parents haven't been over there once. I was sort of worried at first, that this was their plan never to visit their children. Turns out it's just her. I had always thought that my parents would be close enough that they could come over for dinner or to hang out. I love my parents company, Mary doesn't. I know that I'm part of the problem she hates me so much. I would see how she treated my parents and Katie and get really mad. I would beg her to stop and "play the game". She wanted nothing to do with it. "The Game", as my dad calls it, is when to speak and what to say. Here's an example: My mother and I went out to dinner and decided to bring something home for Mary and my dad, katie was staying somewhere that night. My mother ordered for them what they had ordered before. When we got home we told Mary. She went into the fridge and threw a fit. Apparently she didn't like that when she had first ordered it but neglected to tell my parents. So instead of saying, "Thanks guys, I appreciate it" and throwing it away she lost it on my mother and brought her to tears. My dad spoke to her and asked her why she didn't just say, "Thanks guys, but next time no ____, I had a hard time finishing it last time and it didn't agree with me." (That's how you play the game.) Instead of breaking my mother's heart for thinking about her daughter. She doesn't think twice, just talks. Katie once asked her how she could be such a great actress, a good lier, and yet so terrible at showing the correct emotion towards her family. It's hard to deal with her. She hates Elisabeth for no real reason at all, just some made up emotions she has created. She has never been in a relationship more than a month before and my mother thinks she hates Elisabeth b/c she doesn't know how to share me. Which I would believe if we were ever close, but we've always been like cats and dogs. Wow, this post has taken a unique and unexpected twist...sorry for the doom and gloom. Does anyone else have balck sheep in their family?

I got some new speakers today for my computer, they are the new hottness. The previous ones I had for five years, the ones that came with the comp, but blew those out last thursday. These are very nice. It's my first time with a sub on the comp...I LIKE. Nick, 1 of 3 rommates, keeps walking in and dancing b/c the vibrations are heading into his room...he's a little drunk and thinks it's cool. I hope he likes it next week when he's sober.