2 more days.

My parents are coming back in two days. Less than 48 hours. It's time to go crazy.

Just as well that they are coming back, I don't think I can take much more one-on-one with "my favourite sister" (self-proclaimed) anymore. She kinda went a little nuts yesterday, reminiscent of how my mom used to go a little nuts with cleaning when my dad was coming home. One difference though, she wasn't really cleaning, just kinda yelling at me about how messy I am. Dude, you can't complain that I'm never home AND that I made a huge mess at home. It's either or, take your pick. She did her signature "I'm gonna shake my head and ignore you when you ask me a question" thing. Is it wrong that I was thisclose to shaking some sense into her?

Then came the tirade about how much she cleaned up. Hmm. Swiffer once a week? I don't think so. Judging by the amount the hair picked up when I Swiffered yesterday, I should be semi-bald right now if she really did Swiffer every week.

Anyhoo, I'm glad I wasn't home much. Whenever I was, I was subject to auditory torture. It's either listening to a dorkus singing his lungs out from DVDs.. or it's listening to the same dorkus reading from his dorkus book. On a CD. The worst were the comments.

"Oh, you have to listen to this! It's so funny!! Really, it's such an awesome book, you should really read it. Aw, isn't he so sweet?"

Those just made me kinda sad.

time for: shower. do some work. sleep.