Jon and Jenelle are coming home tonight. Well, they're visiting tonight, anyway. They're staying at Jenelle's mom's house. Thank goodness.
Since they're coming home, my grandma has been doing everything in her power to make it look like this part of the family is doing perfectly fine. It should be quite obvious by now that we aren't, but we only have to act for three days. Chad and I may go diving on Sunday, so there's an excuse to not be home when Jon and Jenelle are here. Hoorah for returning rental equipment.
There have been guys working on the house for the past few days. Waking up at seven to the insanely loud sound of hammering.. not cool.
It's rather pathetic. Even I made an attempt to not get yelled at by Jon. My room.. is clean. Heh. I don't like it one bit, but if it ensures that I don't have to sit and get told off by some silly who can't even make eye contact with me.. clean rooms are cool.
I had a crazy dream last night. Actually, I've been having a lot of crazy dreams. No dinosaurs in this one, but there was a Shane. Psh. There were a lot of firey car crashes, as well.
Yesterday mom and I hung out. We had Chinese and milkshakes. Yay! Also, we found out a few things about this goddamn magazine that I've gone and gotten myself wrapped up in. I've demanded a face to face meeting with my editor. Things are not going to go over well, and hopefully things can be fixed before they progress too far down the wrong path. Blah.