blardy.

So I wake up too early because I have to go to Ateneo and finish that small issue of clearance for registration after an LOA to the fact that my stomach is doing somersaults for no apparent reason and that the family cook's sick. Ordering food out for the party. Simple solution, right?

THEN brother dear has to make a quip that goes something like, "Didn't you guys make money from your last convention? You can't even buy your own food!"

1.) ...We ordered out that night. The one time we DID eat house food was lunch, and that was with me and only THREE OTHER PEOPLE.
2.) The groups I've had over the house were NOT related. And we ALWAYS, with the exception of Litsoc, ordered out.
3.) It's a NEW month. And it's the weekend before my FUCKING birthday. So now you're telling me I can't even FUCKING celebrate it?

So they tell me they want me to bring people over to the house rather than me going out. I'm doing that. THEN they tell me they want me to move my shit elsewhere? You know, the shit I HAVE to do because I have OBLIGATIONS that MIGHT NOT BENEFIT ME FINANCIALLY, but HECK, IT MEANS SOMETHING?

Mark my words: they'll be complaining about the car and gasoline consumption next.

I don't give a flying fuck anymore. I will invite my friends WHENEVER I have to.

...This is too much stress for somebody that just rolled out of bed.

Come quickly, evening. I need the company.

EDIT: LOOK! IT'S AN IGNORANT FANBOY!