off to grandma's house

Yesterday evening all 3 of us went down to my grandparents slot at Wintonwoods and spent the night. My crackhead uncle and his wife was there, and I remembered how he's actually an educated crackhead. Looks the same still, but he still gives me weird vibes about certain things. I told him I didn't believe in god and he said, "U don't believe in the 'good orderly direction'?" And I just said, "Uh, don't know about that, but I don't believe in God." I think that's a stupid way of saying god...

Grandma cried of course, even to see me when she saw my less than 3 weeks ago at Sheri's. Most of their talk was boring me and Grandpa and I were sitting at the edge of the table, the quietest ones that night. But later on, my uncle and aunt told the greatest story. I want to use it later in life. It was all about their crazy vacation. We went to bed after midnight, but my uncle and aunt left before then.

I slept in, just cuz I like dreaming and knew it would be boring if I got up, so I lingered in bed. I was fucking freezing all night and my mom, butch, and I had a fight about the blankets and shit. I was not being selfish, I was just being an ass. lol, there's a difference. I was also being fair too, but whatever, I got the fucking shaft anyway. But my uncle and aunt (ugh, I hate to keep typing that, I'll just say they or sumthing from now on) were already back again and they brought their dogs so Buck (one of the dogs) would know to let us in the house if we came over there again. Anyway, blah blah, hung around, I drove him, stressed out cuz of mom, and blah.

I wonder if they'll get me money for a graduation present...