I am so relaxed right now I could be mistaken for a bloody hippie who just got wasted on some good LSD. Considering I had quite a stressful week and nowadays it feels as if I can't seem to sit down and stay still.

Lovely relatives came before Labour Day weekend and spent some time here. They're on this Alaskan cruise as we speak. Then they're coming back here to make my life miserable for a few more days and then they're gone until the next holiday. I don't really enjoy having them visit here. I don't like people nitpicking in the house, taking things and placing them in other areas to make the place neater. I find it rude actually. I really can't stand the fact that they decide to have a little get together with their friends and such and feel the need to tell you what to do as if it's your fucking party and you have to do all the shit. That's where I drew the line.

Let's start with some background information. I hate it when people come over....in fact, I don't like having people over at my house. Why? because that immediately puts me as host and I have to provide with the food, the drink, the entertainment. It's extremely exhausting and a lot of work. I hate doing it. Although the only satisfaction I get is when people say "Thank you, it was an extremely great meal!" well...let's just mention that the last time I fucking slaved like a bloody immigrant who was fresh off the boat I didn't even get a fucking "Thank you" all I got was an hour of deep sleep on the bloody couch and a question: "What's wrong with you" WHAT THE FUCK. So that ladies and gentlemen, kitties and puppies, my dear fellow readers,  is the main reason why I don't like having people over. The underappreciation got to me and I had it. In other words. Fuck you all.

So, they had this gathering planned. Their friends coming over with their fucking demonic children that probably have ADD and can't sit fucking still and shut up. (Notice I don't like children?). All of a sudden I was given the assignment of making some potatoes. What? excuse me? you're having your friends coming over and you have this big idea of a get together and you want ME to do something? I DON'T THINK SO. It's your party. Your friends. Their fucking kids. Do it yourself. So I made it the perfect oppertunity to go see The Dark Knight with Nny. And shit was it the best 2 hours and 35 minutes ever spent in my entire day. That actually let me have my bloody freedom for the day without having to prepare a single thing. You want to hear the most funniest thing though? when I came back home after the most awesome movie in the world, the supposed hosts weren't in such a bright mood afterwards. She was all whiny because she was supposed to be on vacation not to be doing work and serving food and such. So then...why the fuck did you decide to have this get together? you actually expected other people to do it for you? (aka me?) Screw that, and screw you.

I was actually feeling nice that day. I did the dishes for them. That's it. I think they got the hint that I wasn't going to do any cooking right? right. So while I'm patting myself on the back for that moment I think I'll celebrate by playing my new sims expansion pack, some tales of vesperia, and other stuff. I think I deserve the relaxation considering I have to put up with them when they come back from their cruise (just for another three or four extra days). I seriously can't wait until they leave. At least they're leaving before hockey starts. No way is ANYONE going to spoil my hockey season.

Enough said. I'm going to go game.

No tags today. I wasted my time ranting and bitching in this post. Thanks for listening. Here have some banana bread on your way out.