So, today, my parents decide to spontaneously have one of those “hang out with the rents” days. So, naturally, I had to tell Yen and William that my parents plans came up and that I couldn’t hang with them today. Sad, really sad. Whatever my parents says “goes.” So, to them, ‘family’ day > hang with friends day.

Recently, my dad concluded, based on his ‘observations’, that my sister and I “go out way too much,” and that we love to “have fun” and “party.” Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me. Then, he had the nerve to go on and mention “look at your cousins: michael and maribeth, they don’t have friends, so they don’t go out much at all.” LOL, yeah, my dad clearly just insulted my cousins by thinking that he was clever to example their “angelic” behavior. Hilarious, but whatever. Back to the point, where, in my dad’s sane head, did he come up with that conjecture? I mean, c’mon, my sister and I …”PARTY ANIMALS?!” Wow, dad. Seriously. This whole week, me and my sister have been at home WITH YOU and mom. We’ve gone out like once, or twice, with you consistently calling. Anyways, I’d argue with you, but no point would come across in your brick head. So, I decided to keep my mouth shut, and avoid any further inevitable, pretentious shit.

I just re-watched Disturbia featuring Shia Labeouf, and by watching, I’ve come to the conclusion: sometimes I feel like I’m on house arrest 25/7.

Anyways, where was I…. oh yeah, walmart. Yes, walmart. Well, I might as well mention that before we’d gone to walmart, we had stopped by Todai: Japanese Buffet to have lunch. (WHICH IS SOOO GOOD..) Anyways, the first thing we did at walmart was stop by the pharmaceutical section and pick up any over-the-table medicines we needed that were low in stock. Magically, out of nowere, this freakin’ Blood Pressure machine decides to appear and have me measure my blood pressure. On a side note: I have the gene for HBP, and if I don’t manage what I eat, I might get into higher levels of hypertension. I got it from my mom, who got it from her mom (my lola), and, so..yeah. It’s a hereditary family gene kinda-thing. So, here I was, stupidly measuring my blood pressure when CLEARLY we just ate a buffet, and the machine finishes and my results come up: Systolic - 140 and Diastolic - 86.

Holy shit.

I looked up immediately to those on-screen BP measuring indexes. Unforunately, pre-hypertension for systolic pressure was only from 120-139. Hypertension Stage 1 was 140 to I believe 159. I know I’ve gained weight and have gotten slightly..(okay, maybe that might be an understatement) fatter. But, DAMN. DAAAAAAMN. I didn’t know it had gotten THAT incredibly bad. And here I was thinking, I was okay. Awe, shit. Maybe, “splurging on food and only working out when I felt like it” plan wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Thanks, walmart, for making my day. Fanfuckingtastic.