My family consists of the biggest idiots on planet earth. (typical teen angst. drop it and leave it alone.)

My family. They're nice people. Not really. I think they make a conscious effort to ruin my life.

They always embarrass me and do lame, boring things. And if I try to keep what I have left of my pride, they (mostly my dad. ugh.) yell at me.

And Dad? If you're reading this, you should switch to Andy's blog, or another one of my blogs where I'm not myself.

And the worst part is that my brothers gang up on me."I want my library book back."I say,

And the Joey says something like this:"You always fine me, blah blah blah, you always hide MY library books from me, even though always is only like 8 months ago, insert random stupid bullshit here."

Max agrees. both of them=assholes. I don't care if my parents act they are complete saints, and I'm some big mistake, and they wish I was never born. Shit like that.

Why can't my family be more like theater?

If my parents were actors, they'd be waaay cooler. (okay, probably not, but they're pretty lame as far as middle aged people go already. A thespian can dream, can't she?)

I told an adult cast member, in idle conversation, that I passed my constitution test.

They were all excited, and they said they were so proud of me.

And then later we talked about this play with lesbian themes oh-so-comfortably while I waited for my cue.

I told my parents the exact same thing, but they just shrugged.

ugh.