Barbecue at my uncle's house was fun, especially since I played with pups and saw my parents and two of my three sisters and stuff.  Also my fam seemed to be the favourites for the kids to play with since we were actually paying attention to them and would humour them when they tried to play around and stuff.  Many tickle fights and stuff happened and it was quite adorable.

I told the story of my rent-splitting problems to my family, and they actually just fired me up more, since they are very angry about what has been happening.  Granted, as much as I try to tell stories in a way where I am unbiased or at least admit my own bias, I know it is still difficult to do those things sometimes.  But no matter what I said, everyone I spoke with was really angry for me, telling me I should just tell roommates C and J to grow the fuck up and everything.  Which, at this point I would, but knowing that I have to live with them at least until June causes me to bite my tongue.

Despite the house meetings going decently in terms of people not shouting over each other (for the most part), I am still so fucking angry about things?  They keep getting all nitpicky about shit like the fact that I have two windows while they only have one, and theirs is "awkwardly placed" (which is bullshit on so many levels), and that I have a ceiling fan and they don't (which is moot because we both have individual air conditioners, fun fact), and other stupid shit.  They did even try to say "well we are right across from the bathroom" before I stopped that shit saying that we are all super close to the bathroom and we can all easily hear everything.

I said multiple times that I felt like they were swindling me and just trying to get the lowest price for them, which I still maintain that they are.  Right now I am just so mad and I want to kick them or something and I don't even want to look at them at all.  Luckily they are not here right now because - despite me saying 'you know, you going on trips and then complaining about money is kind of annoying' - they went on a camping trip.  (Fun story about that; I guess they weren't going to go, and then they decided to bring up the fact that roommate J "was going" to propose to roommate C over the weekend and I flipped all the shits on them, saying that there was no reason to tell me that and that they are basically trying to make me feel guilty because I dared say that their priorities are a little fucked up.  I mean, fuck, the first thing that got cut for me when I realized I was going to have more bills and shit was my concerts.  I don't go to nearly as many as I would like and I don't go to nearly as many as I did last year.  Because, you know, I'm a responsible adult and housemate.  Also them getting engaged feels so wrong to me but what the hell ever it is not my relationship and it isn't like I'm an expert or anything look at how my only one turned out in the end.)

I don't know.  People keep saying they don't want this to come between the friendship and everything, but money does come between people, and it isn't trivial.  None of us have a lot of it, and all of us need it.

I know during these moments I should think of good stuff but lately I've just been so angry with things and roommate J especially has been such a fucking asshole and I really didn't need this shit right now.