Happy as a clam?

I hate my mother's side of the family with the utmost passion. Not all of them, no, but a select handful. My grandmother thinks she has the sole right to pick out my mother AND father's headstone because she offered to pay. Apparently my father nor I have any say in it. So he emailed her and told her that he appreciated the offer but he had 100% right to have a say in it and was going to exercise that right.

Somehow, he got a reply from my nosy uncle completely trash talking him. But not only did he email my dad, he sent it to my aunt, my other uncle, me, my brother, my brother's girlfriend, my dad's 2 sisters, and 2 of my mom's friends of about 20 years. Why we all needed to see that email is beyond me. That whole side of the family is so completely immature in the way they handle themselves. The things he said in the email about my father make me sick. My father is my hero and he always will be.

My grandmother in particular is a horrid, horrid person. She's crazy, too, like literally. The woman is so messed up. I always ask my dad if I'm going to end up like her someday and he says no because I realized early on how nuts she is and I can keep from making her psychotic mistakes. She's insane! I despise that woman to no end. She used to live with us, and she used to make up lies to tell my parents to try and get me in trouble. One night I had a male friend over and my mom asked that he leave at 11, and he did. My grandmother blatantly lied and said he didn't leave until 1 o'clock, because she "heard us". Bull. She used to tell them I snuck out when I didn't, too. Thankfully I have understanding parents who never took her side.

I called my dad so upset over this yesterday and at one point we got to talking about family in general. And I said, "You know, the reason your family has commented the past year or two that I've grown up a lot, because I actually talk to them now instead of sitting in the corner, is because Mom's side completely skewed my view of what a family really is. I've always sat quietly in the corner because if I opened my mouth I got scrutinized. I never had a family to talk to and have fun with. I don't know what that's like!" ... and I just started crying really hard. I know that like, overall none of this matters, because all that matters is who and how I am now, which is a fine young woman. I'm fine, and I know I am. I just wish I had had a better childhood.

To any of Mom's nosy family members: If you read this, I don't care. If you don't like what I say, I don't care. Call and whine to my Dad. See if he gives a shit. He'll back me up. You can't control me anymore, and you can't manipulate me. Sorry if you don't like what you see but this is my venue to say what I feel.

So, aside from that.. I signed up for housing today. Weston 126. That means nothing to anyone who doesn't go to my school. It was my second choice. I wanted the apartment-style housing, but Weston's alright. I'm in the same room # as this year, just a different residence hall. I like the number 126. The boy I have a crush on is in 127. :-X Hope that works out, haha! We are going out tomorrow for ice cream and then coming back to watch a movie in my room. I don't think it's a date because I didn't specify that when I asked him to hang out, but ohhhhhhhhh I just have such high hopes. Haha. I don't know him, so I don't "like" him, but he seems like a really great guy for me right now. Hopefully that is reciprocated. I guess I'll find out tomorrow night.

I'm finding it hard to contain myself. I feel like I'm going to explode waiting for tomorrow night. Yaaaaaaay!!!!