ughh. we went out to dinner at some stupid golf club tonight, and my stupid brother ordered steak and asked for no garlic herb-y butterish stuff on it, and the stupid cook put it on there anyway, so my stupid grandma kept repeating over and over again "bring it back, he doesn't want it. he doesn't like it" like it was some kind of ritualistic chant and then my brother was like "really, it's okay. i'll keep it" but my grandma kept repeating and then my brother just kinda rushed out and went outside (cause like, dude...he's fifteen, not ten. he can order his freakin meal) because he's weird and my grandma goes to the bathroom and then comes back out and my brother still isn't back and she just starts randomly crying. like, it's not that big of a deal. he called my mom on his cell phone and told her he was right outside. so then we kind of remembered why we all hate going out with each other.
buuut, i'm going to see material girls with laurel tomorrow. yeah, i'm a little bit of a loser. it doesn't really matter though.
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