Pointless post to cure my boredom and make me look busy.

I hate having people at my house.

Its not just the fact that it is miniscule in comparison to the majority of my friends.

Its not just the fact that its ridiculously difficult- with two unsociable dogs we pretty much get confined to one room.

Its not even the fact my parents are that unused to company that they go a tad hyper.

Its the grr-ing before hand.

Cause, well, Mikes coming over today, cause we've been going out months and i've successfully kept him away from the house.

Mum has cleaned every part of the house she possibly can, got me to hoover, and then rehoovered herself, polished and shined bits of the house he will never see and generally gone a tad OCD.

So she's a tad high strung at the moment.

Dads just tryin to get out the way and shift the blame onto me.
Hes also trying to find something which i have no idea what it is, but i got yelled at until i joined in the pointless search. If i found it, i would have no idea.

So im getting growled at from all sides, and an hour before we go steal Michael.

Greaaaaaaaaaaaat.