And my mom is getting very drunk over at the camp.

Can I just say I hate it when she and my uncle get shitfaced like they are right now? They're both happy drunks, to be sure, but they're the annoying kind of happy drunks.

They were wasted at dinner. Worst dinner of my life. I swear. I HATE it when my mom gets drunk. She starts acting like a two year-old. Heck, I bet she won't be able to walk back to the house.

There's a reason I will never drink. I don't want to end up like her. And, with the way my dad is when he's drunk, I'd probably end up being completely bi-polar if I ever started drinking. Happy as hell one second and pissed as hell the next.

I hate having the personality I do. I'm pretty sure I've got an addictive personality. I get really strong urges to smoke, to drink, to take more drugs than I should (I've got stong OTC painkillers/anti-inflamitories for track season). I have to constantly remind myself not to. It's hard. And it's slowly driving me insane, but I refuse to give into it. I won't.

Also, I've decided I want the lyrics (the entire song) to "Dream Big" by Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band tattooed somewhere on my body. Perhaps down the right side of my back.