having my parents around again... has reminded me of why i so enjoy not being around them. every night since they got here, we've been doing something, going out to some dinner or show or something, and i know i sound like a horrible little anti-social hermit saying this, but i just can't handle it. like, going out to parties and dinners and all that weird high-end, classy, formal stuff stresses me out. which i know is weird, because it's not supposed to, but that's just how i am. i'm just not into going out for the sake of going out, i don't like leaving the apartment unless absolutely necessary, and i need to have at least one solid day of just chilling at home before i can even contemplate going out again. so this past week has just been a bizarre form of torture for me.
ugh. today has been a pseudo reprieve - note the "pseudo." we're scheduled to go out again tonight, and what's worse, is that i actually have to dress up for this one and look all pretty or something like that. *stress* boo. no like formal outing. not pleased. very tired. oh, and what's even worse than all that... on top of everything, it was an invite outing by friends of my sister/my dad's business partners, so we can't very well refuse it. *still more stress*
omg, thinking about it has literally given me a mild headache. ****. i'm gonna take a nap or something now. >_<
