Jones Beach Adventure!

Summary: 14-year-old boy hitting on my girls and I was all Mama Bear on him. Jellyfish EVERYWHERE. Seychelles was having a party in the water until she cut her foot on something sharp (it was almost time to pack up and go anyway).

Driving in Manhattan with Es, Ginny, and Kaitlin. Massive dinner at the diner with Es; plenty of leftovers tomorrow. First time in ages I've done laundry in a prompt fashion.

Matthew's home for the weekend! Early birthday party on Monday, if he can stay.

I'm exhausted, though; besides, it's past two in the morning. I will (hopefully) sleep like a baby.

So, my brother's engaged.

Mazel tov and all that, but I don't really care. At the risk of sounding like I'm fourteen, I don't feel like this event is significant to me, and I want to know why I'm such a bad person for feeling that way.

Let's be honest: no one in this family really likes me anyway (I imagine my bedroom as a studio apartment in this building). It's probably better that I'm not a part of their business.

In other news: Nutella s'mores: fucking smart.