Hello America!
Ah, tonight, I'm finally coming home from my final family vacation. At the age of 24, I still made the mistake of going on vacation with my parents to see family for two weeks. My parents aren't very good at planning vacation-related endeavors, and every time something falls through, the backup plan is to lounge around at my grandparents' house until late at night. And, well...I can't stand my grandparents. And I really can't stand being dragged around like a little kid at my age by my parents. So I've decided I'm not boarding a plane with those two anymore.
But no matter. Band practices will resume, as will my other musical endeavors. And tonight, I'll be chilling in my basement again, pigging out on buffalo ranch Doritos. Then I'll start searching for a second job so that I can hopefully move out of my parents' come tax returns. Here's hoping...because I'm a lot better off living on my own.