Pistachio.

The day started out great and positive, but by the end, I was tired of hearing complaining/ungrateful customers after a 9 hour work day. I was tired of running around as well, trying my hardest to be there and please everyone. Then to top it all off, my dad and brother really set me off. Being blamed for a choice your sibling made is VERY bothersome. Having a scattered, forgetful dad is terrible as well. Then to have your mom talk to you, belittling you after getting dad's side of the story (the wrong side, of course; my dad is too scatter-brained to tell an accurate story) makes me even sadder.

Needless to say... by the end of the work day, I was hyperventilating, feeling tingly and dizzy, trying to hold back tears though they still came streaming out -- And embarrassingly enough, while on the phone with my boyfriend telling him he's not allowed to attend my cousin's graduation party afterall per my dad's orders. (There's way more to the story than that... it's so deep in irony and mischief it's crazy, but I won't go into it. It's just stupid and pointless when it all comes down to it. Causing someone to cry over it was not necessary. There was a simple solution, but my dad was not smart enough to listen to anyone of us. And he pushed the issue further.)

Anyway, went to my cousin's reception at her and my other cousin's house. It was cool. Lots of fresh fruit and salad and desserts (my other cousin's pistachio-ice-cream-oreo-crust-square-thingys were delish). And there was also... lots of meat. Chicken breasts, hamburgers, but I had none o' that! Yuck. I was surprised to find out the cousin who graduated last night only eats chicken and fish once in awhile -- no beef. And I think she said she tried to become a vegetarian? Ah, I forget. But that was still cool to find out.

These cousin's I had not seen in a few years actually. It was nice to visit with them. But oh man, I do wish I were 18 again. Or 21. They were all surprised to hear I was 24. They thought I was 21. Haha. Embarrassing. I wish I could go back. I shouldn't dwell on it though. It's tends to get me into a depressive state.

I'm amazed that with how emotional the day was and how much coffee I drank (8 ounces at most), I didn't outright attack my skin. I did start picking my skin a little little bit, however, as we were leaving my cousin's house. I'm pretty sure it was out of boredom and tiredness. And the fact that my dad and his cousin would not stop talking. I'm all for talking awhile, but not when people have to get up early for work!!

Oh...

My parents also mentioned to everyone that I still don't have a car. That also made me feel quite embarrassed. And maybe even 'uncool'. My brother didn't attend this reception thing because he was hanging with his girlfriend, but my parents were quick to mention how he is younger than me (which they know already, duh) AND has a car. My parents also mentioned the fact that they were willing to help him look for a car, but not me...

Are you trying to make me sad again? I just got over the panic attack you gave me earlier, you ninnies.

Toward the end of the night, things just got a little more embarrassing by the moment. If you really want to make me sad/mad/embarrassed just mention how I suck at life, then you'll really sock it to me. I'm such a low life. I should just... not exist? That's how I feel. I don't know why I'm here on earth. I'm always pondering that question like an ugly doofus...

Well, gotta get up early for work again. Goodnight.