The trip was.. a trip.

My parents are still here for another week. We've been having meaningful conversations over dinner. By meaningful, I mean, obnoxious and repetitive. I don't know how many times my mum can tell me to marry a nice girl, or how many different ways, before she gets the idea I'm not even listening anymore.

I never thought I'd ever say I was glad to be back at school, but I actually am.

For Holiday, I saw family I haven't seen in years. I guess that's because my mom doesn't really like her cousin that much, but it was only brunch, so at least she didn't start any trouble.

I'm at home now. My mother was intent on having me come back, and I'm not in any position to argue. I'd have liked to stay at school, though. It'd be less stressful. Really.

I don't even have time to write in this. I already have to go out with my mom. All this is happening and she can still find time for publicity.

I don't need to make an introduction. It should be in everyone's interest to know who I am.