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A lot has been going on lately. I've been meaning to update, but go figure life caught up with me. I've been the designated chef at home, so I think this puts my small dream of becoming a baker to side for a while. I'm in the final stage of cleaning my room; sweeping up and putting things in their rightful places. I started dumping out things that I felt like I need to donate, and naturally mom comes in and starts sorting through them. She goes on and on about how she should keep my old shirts, but I started to get pissed and reminded her of the THREE closets she's already taking up, not to mention the baskets full of clothes in the other room that I've desperately tried to put away. There's also the three full dressers that she's occupying. I keep telling her that this is why we can't fit in the house; sound familiar, mom? While you're at it, I have a full trash can in my room. Would you like to save the scrap cloths and tissues? There's just no getting through to her. She's a freaking pack rat. I started with my closet after she left me alone, and dumped out a whole bunch of clothes that I am no longer wearing. I stuffed them all in thsi massic Ross plastic bag, and tried to hide it everytime I heard mom walk by my door. I was literally going Mission: Impossible with this stuff. I know she peaked in my room this morning before going to work; she switched on my light and it pissed me off. I feel so proud of myself! I emptied all the plastic container drawers in my closet, and had two extra that were empty. I also cleared out the back of my closet, so now it's only housing my old book bags and travel bags. I actually have space to hang stuff on my closet rod! Wow! Mom gave me this thing to hang on my wall that she got in the Philippines. It's supposed to hang my purses, so it won't take up so much space on my closet shelf. It felt like a work out taking the bag of stuff to Salvation Army. I also go rid my two skateboards. Skateboarding is not a good idea with my bum knee *shakes head*
I started another sack of stuff to take to Salvation Army tomorrow. I just hope mom doesn't see it if she decides to take a peak in my room. Now I just have to transport my guitars and music to the basement, figure out a way to put my easel back in my room, and sort out and put my shoes in the garage. I also have to sweep up and move Maxx in. By the end of this excursion, the people at Salvation Army are going to to be sick of seeing me. I need to tell my family (extended) that I don't need anymore crap. I feel like my only problem now is that I have a ton of books. My room is a mini library. For the record, I didn't officially start cleaning my room until yesterday. I'm putting the final touches today and tomorrow morning. Two and a half days in a new record for myself. Huzzah!

I got this email from my uncle in California. I don't know how to feel about it. How many years back, he got one of his many girlfriends pregnant, and it turns out that they had daughter. The mother gave the daughter up for adoption, and somehow my uncle and his daughter came back in touch recently. I'm happy for him that he's able to come in contact with his daughter. To my family, are there any more skeletons in your closets? I know there are! More importantly, I want to know how many more illegitimate children does he have. The part where I don't know how to feel is that I saw all of this on facebook before I read the email. My uncle told two of my cousins to see her profile, and try to figure out who she looks like. I don't know who she's supposed to look like. The whole time I was wondering who this person was; like I was supposed to have known her my whole life. So I have another cousin somewhere. She's an East Coast girl as well; she went to Costal Carolina. It makes me wonder if I ever ran into her at some point in my life, and told her off or got into a fight. I always wonder these kinds of things; have I ever gotten into a fight with, flipped off, told off one of my friends before I knew them? It would be interesting to find out. I think the biggest problem that I have with this is my uncle's lifestyle. He's known for his womanizing. If he knew that he hada daughter this whole time, why didn't he go looking for her? Then again I already answered my own question; my cousin CJ. That's the only other child that we know about to be our cousin, and he doesn't even pay much attention to him.

This week has been eventful thus far. I think Dani is pissed at a few of us for the Waffle House trip. I hung out with Jessica for a little bit, and asked her about Dani. She said that she was none too pleased to see our pictures, and pretty much took it out on Jess. In turn Jess told her, "yes, we went to Waffle House to hurt your feelings because we all hate you! Shut the fuck up and get over it *end sarcasm*" In all fairness, I didn't know until Jess mentioned something while we were sitting in Groucho Marx, eating ice cream in the parking lot of Jimmie Cone. Daniela freaked out a little, and they explained to Andrew, Jenny, and I, why they were freaking out. Dani had suggested to go to Waffle House on Tuesday. I talked to Daniela on Sunday night, and she was sleeping over at Jess' house. She mentioned going to Waffle House on Monday to hang out, and Jess reminded her that Dani suggested Tuesday. Daniela failed to tell me that in the chat, so we ended up going on Monday. Of course pictures were taken; what a way to spend our Memorial Day hahaha! Then news broke, and Jess told Daniela not to say anything to Dani about their previous trip to WH. The pictures alone were incriminating. Dani commented on Jenny's picture of the WH with a ":(". That's when I yelled "OH SHIT." I remembered Jess telling Daniela not to mention anything, but forgot about the pictures. Oh well. It's been done. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, because they still went on Tuesday. None the less, I think Dani's still pissed at...I don't know who else besides Jess.

The time is now 2:00 AM. I missed a phone call at 1:35 AM, as I was about to get into the shower. As soon as I finish blow drying my hair, I see that I have missed a call from Daniela. I call her back, and I think it's an emergency. I define emergency as:
A) Personal crisis
B) Someone got into an accident
C) Someone's in the hospital
D) Someone got arrested
E) Someone died

This phone call made me somewhat upset, no, irritated. She asked me if I could drive her to DC. Actually, not just her, but herself and Jess. I thought I misheard her, so I repeated "DC?!" just to see if I heard right. She said, "Yeah...M Street to be exact." I asked, "M Street as in Georgetown as in DC?!" She explains that she and Jess are trying to get a ride to NYC in two hours so they can visit Rob at NYU. I know about Rob's summer program at NYU, and Jess has been talking about this for a week. I thought that she would've had a plan of transportation by the way she had been talking about going. I know that I'm nice, and I'm always willing to help a friend out who's stranded, but don't call me in the middle of the night asking me to TAKE YOU to DC, just so you can get to NYC. If you've planned on going this whole time, you better find your own way to get there, bitches. Way to take advantage of our friendship. I'm always up for spontaneous trips, but don't use me for anything. Obviously I told them straight up that I'm not taking them, and good luck finding a way. Before the phone conversation ended, Daniela told me that they're more or less not going now. So I was their only hope. *Shrugs* It's not my problem. Again, Jess had this plan for a week. I thought she would've found a way to get there.