December 27th, 2013.
I didn't really do anything this morning. Well, that's because i was asleep. Yes, i woke up at 12:30 p.m. I like sleeping. It's my talent, my specialty. I didn't have breakfast and i skipped lunch since i knew my parents were gonna make me go to their church group's reunion.
The reunion was actually more of a party. I'm not much of a party person, so you can imagine how i felt being there, surrounded by strangers and loud music. I used to have panic attacks in situations like that. I haven't had any in a while, but i may. So, the reunion, all the adults were mingling amongst each other, while the only company i had was my brother. There wasn't anything to do while we were waiting for the pope to show up. When he did, all i could think of was how different he looked without his robes on. Apparently, he was a party person. You could say that he was "the life of the party".
Lots of different people were taking turns singing karaoke. Even the pope took a few turns. The other people were either dancing or just sitting, watching. My brother suddenly left. I got bored after a while so i went to go see where he was and what he was doing. I went to the parking lot and he appeared from behind a car and started throwing rocks at me. I kept dodging them, but then he started chasing me. I outran him and went back to our table.
Dinnertime arrived, but i didn't want anything. My mother kept insisting that i eat. She even brought me a plate. I started eating, since i WAS a bit hungry since i didn't have breakfast or lunch. I was bored, staring around while chewing and poking my food with a fork. When i finished, i received dessert. I didn't really know what it was, what i did know was that it contained rice. I ate a bit, and it was surprisingly delicious. The portions were very small. I knew that my brother didn't like it so i asked him for his.
I later kept complaining that i wanted to get home before midnight to do something, but my parents didn't even listen to me. They wanted to leave once EVERYONE started leaving. After a while, when everyone was leaving, they stayed behind, grabbing plates of food for us to eat the next day and cleaning. I took like 7 containers of what i had for dessert. My mother was like "Good, we can eat those for dessert for the next 2 days." and i was like "What are you talking about? These 7 are for me" then i grabbed 3 more for them. They kept cleaning and sending me to put stuff in the car. I had to make like 5 trips before they said that we could leave.
I can't say i had a GREAT time, but i can't say it was bad either. We got home at like 12:30 a.m.
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