Updates from home. You know _home_ home.

[dagas_isa]

I needed money. You know to pay my room and board. That's my excuse.
Okay, yes I need to call my mom more often. Dagas is a bad daughter. *slaps* bad daughter.

*sigh* It was nice talking to her, but then you know, there's this huge risk of being well....subject to a bomb. And yes there were bombs.

The good news, I guess is that my mom is less reluctant to seek psychological help than I am. That's pretty good. Though I think she had her first appointment today.

Nurse: Any pregnancies?
Mom: Yes. One.
Nurse: Was it a live birth?
Mom: I sure hope so. I'm paying for its education right now.

But I don't things are progressing much between my parents. And since neither of them can afford to send me to college on their own.... yeah. I think it's time that Dagas looked into scholarships and find out how the heck Patso (my cousin) is getting paid to go to college. 'Cause well...yesh, as bad a time as I'm seeming to have down here, I muchly prefer it to home. My non-drivingness is a non-issue here, and the internet access is yummy. And we all know that that's all Dagas cares about. Again, bad daughter.

In other family news, apparently my Uncle Mike will be getting deported, which means that my Nan might be going back to England as well. And yeah stuff... You know, I hope my generation turns out to be more stable than the past ones, else our genes are probably not the ones that deserve to be passed down. My younger cousins are in Mexico. For three days longer than I've ever been to Mexico, which amounts to... three days of fun in the sun for them.

Me: I've never been to Mexico
Mom: I'll take you with me sometime. But if you're going to Mexico, you'll have to do shots of tequila with me.
Me: No.
Mom: Before you board the plane, I'll make you do a shot of tequila.
Me: No.
Mom: Fine. No going to Mexico for you.
Me: Okay. You know...you're a bad influence on me.
Mom: I try to be... but being a bad influence requires you to be influenced in the first place.
Me: Yeah...

Well, that's an inexact transcription of our phone conversation. And I'll spare you the rest.

Oh yeah, and Maggie's doing well, which is what really matters. ^_^ *glomps the puppy*

Over and out.

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