Babe I'm Gonna Leave You

i SHOULD be packing. but i'm not. tomorow morning, bright and early, my family (my mom, bro, sis) will set out for the flourishing metropolis of McFarland, CA. of course i am being sarcastic as McFarland has a population of about 6000 or so. anyways, we're gonna stop by SF to pick up my aunt and head down for their anual 3rd of July Festivities. thats right. 3rd. they always do it on the 3rd. i dunno why. i dont care. anywats, i am marginally looking forward to that. its a nice, old fassioned small trown corn on the cob type thing. meh. w/e.

we will prolly stay at either my aunt's or cousin's house in Bakersfield. my aunts house is nice, i guess. but there is little for us "kids" to do. as the adults tend to sit around and talk. at my cousin's however, he has a pool table/ping pong table as well as a pool and hot tub. that might prove to be good times. plus he has an extensive library of music that i dipped my iPod into last time that i wouldnt mind "sampling" again. that will definitely be good times. he has ALOT of freakin music. if anyone has any requests... kemme know. i'll have my sidekick of course so.. yeah. oh.. quick quote from yesterday as heard within there hallowed walls...

my mom: "emily (my sister) come unload the dishwasher... thomas, empty the sink (of dishes)"
me: "doesnt that require that the dishwasher be emptied?"
my mom: "FINE! clean the grill" (big ass George Foreman grill)
me: "where? its too big to clean on the stove..."
my mom: "clean it on the island" (which is full of food and dishes that need to be washed... in the dishwasher)
me: *staring at island*
my mom: "EMILY! THE DISHWASHER!"
me: "here, i'll unload the dishwasher, then she can load it, and i will clean the grill"
my mom: "NO!... you do what i tell you to do!"
me: "YOU KEEP GIVING ME JOBS I CAN"T DO!"
my mom: "why is it so hard for you to do what i tell you?!?!"
me: "I CAN'T PHYSICALLY DO THESE JOBS UNTIL EMILY EMPTIES THE DISHWASHER! WHAT ARE YOU SOME KIND OF KITCHEN NAZI!!"
my mom: "don't say that! that's racist!"
me: "i'm not racist!... you're the nazi!"
~my sister finally empties the dishwasher and leaves some dishes on the island~
me: "i can't clean the grill until the island is clear.."
my mom: "why weren't these put away?"
me: "because she cant reach where they go?" (she can easily reach)
my mom: "these go in the bottom cabinet..."
me: "well what are you asking me for?!? she was the one who was suposed to put them away..."
my mom "i wasn't asking you"
me: *looks around at the empty room* "then who the hell were you talking to?!?"

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok i'm done.