my family is crazy

so i've been getting along better with my family nowadays. except deren. (she broke my phone. and that is keeping me from talking to my baby. she's not going to be easily forgiven.)
on monday, me and my mama went to whole foods. it was actually fun. we talked about a lot of stuff--how i'd have to con somebody into doing my hair, by calling them on the phone and not letting them see this whole bush baby effect i have going on; why our hands are always cold; the irony of my skinny jeans sagging...weight loss is nice, but dangit...my clothes don't fit...; and so on.
i love my mama. everyone used to say i looked like her (when my hair was straight) but now they say i look like my pater with her sense of humor.
yesterday, me and my pater had a conversation that did not involve one of the parties getting aggravated, irritated, or frustrated with the other. it was pretty amazing. i love my dad, but we don't communicate particularly well, dig?
derek and deren. ah. my siblings.
derek is just goofy per usual. and studying for medical terminology. the competition is at disney--land? world? whichever one's in florida. i can never remember. so deren and i are quizzing him, because i went to disneyland? world? orlando when i was little, and she hasn't been at all. my father doesn't want derek to fail, per se, but he doesn't want to spend eleventy-billion dollars to go to the knockoff disney park.
(my dad is from l.a. he feels strongly about cali. we weren't allowed to not like the lakers.)
and deren is apparently training to be a ufc fighter. WHY DOES SHE KICK SO HIGH?! i ain't but 5'2"! she nearly caught me in the lip!
and then we woulda fought forreal.
my lips are my money makers.
that and my thighs.
moving on.
i realize that i talk about deren a lot more than everyone else because a) she's my baby sister and also because b) she's stooooone cooooold craaaazy.
when i take abnormal psych next semester, for my case brief, i'm so doing her.
a hormonal, pubescent, bipolar sociopath? that's the stuff psychologists dream of late at night.
kids say the darnedest things, but she says insane things.
anyway.
this was a turrible post.
i'm not very funny today, am i?
i blame the pineapples.