Ok.. So when i walked into my basement this morning i found my brothers, their friends, my boyfriend and his brother all passed out. So i went back upstairs and about an hour later they all came up hungover and looking like crap. But they were planning on going out to snowboard. I had two options, i could let them go and most likely hurt themselves, or i could let them go and let them have their fun. I didnt go because i had plans, which i should have cancelled, because when came home with my newly cut hair i found Nick with a broken arm and my brother with a broken collar bone. Life only gets better. So now i have to take them both with me to the bahamas or cancel my trip. Granted my life is kinda suckish but its way better than living with my parents breathing down my neck. So it looks like i should book a double room and get used to being their personal servant. But the part that makes me happy is that i can swim and do whatever i want and they have to sit on the beach watching me enjoy my vacation. What am i saying my entire life is a vacation.But i have to say that blogging definately helps get these repressed emotions out.