Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year

Want a good book to read? Then follow my advice and DON'T read Sara's face. I don't exactly know which genre it'd fall into (Metro Station on Kerrang is <333, btw.).. But it's scared the shit outta me.. AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON YET.
It's like a... mystery. Yeah, that's it. The genre is mystery. (We've been doing genre in Media, y'see). Or it might be a Thriller. Or both. A thristery. Or maybe a Myriller. I don't know.

Well, anyway, I'm basically jumping at nothing.. And I daren't go into the kitchen (Even though I'm dying of hunger coss I haven't eaten since fourth period which was, like, one o'clock) coss the light's off in there. Damn my father for going out on a date; the freaky part is, he's going on a date with his ex-best-friends ex-wife (Well, I think they were married. They have three kids together and stuff, so...). The other freaky part is, I call this woman my "Auntie". Since my dad's ex-best-friend had known me since birth, and he'd been with his-now-ex-and-possibly-my-fathers-now-current-girlfriend up until I was, like, thirteen.

You may be wondering what happened to the woman my father was dating before; That, my dears, is a long and repetitive story ("I'm on the run, I'm chasin' guys for fun!" I love this song.)
Right, back on weddings..
My step-grandfather's getting married tomorrow. To someone whom his daughters don't really like. It's not that she's not a nice woman, the woman my SGD is marrying.. More the fact she's too nice. Like, she's always in your face; She doesn't understand the concept of needing time out, her remedy to depression is a big barbeque with as many people as possible. But she's lovely, really. I just don't know how I could ever look at her and even think of calling her "Nan" or something. I mean, she's only fifty-ish for one. For two, I've only known her about two years (Properly at least. Coss she's only moved to the U.K properly just recently. She's Australian, see). For three, she's just not the grandmother-y type. She never had kids of her own, so I guess the maternal instinct thing has left her body by now.
Oh, yes, and she also gets terribly drunk and dances "sexily" to jazz music *shudder*

Well, hopefully I shall get terribly drunk at the wedding tomorrow. And also hopefully, some cute guys/girls/waiters/whatever will be there for me to make out with...