I feel ill. And it's not just because I ate eggplant lasagne for dinner. Mom and Dad want to ship Bryan and myself off to California to spend 'quality time' with our grandparents, with whom we have nothing in common. We do not want to go. I would be better about this if we weren't already going to Miami (and the WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS, no LESS). Yes, I'm a homebody. I like staying at home, and going to places around my home. We have a lovely home. But more important is that the whole situation would be very awkward. Whenever we go to California, I usually let mom and dad do the talking. I mean, I can't figure out what to say to my friends half the time, how the hell am I going to come up with something to say to my grandparents. Actually it's really my grandmother, I don't think my grandfather cares half as much.