I Only Listen to the Sad Sad Songs

My dad made a fantastic display of his assholishness today. One of my aunts staying over tonight called to say that they'd be getting here late because they had to take my cousin to a doctor because of an allergic reaction to something she ate. (I'm assuming allergic. My dad reported just "reaction.") And he goes on this bullshit about how my cousin's going to be "a proper hypochondriac" and blah blah blah jerkcakes. Basically, he doesn't think my cousin really had to go to the doctor. Well, if her airways were closing up, as they tend to do with anaphylactic allergic reactions, then yes, I should think she did need to go to the doctor. If for nothing else than to figure out what caused it, because that shit can be deadly. Anyway, point is, dad bitching about somehting without actually knowing the whole situation.

The only other thing of note in the past couple days was to call UNM and tell them that no, I'm not sending my SAT scores and high school transcript because I'm NOT a freshman transfer, and 18 units is quite a different thing than 18 credit hours, thank you.

I seem to have an odd sort of writers block. I have ideas for things to write, but little motivation to actually sit down and do it yet. Or I just have little motivation in general. That could be it too. Perhaps this summer I'll make it a project to make a webpage for the stuff that I do manage to write. This sounds good.