So, I make a joke about how I'm used to Black and Mild cigars as opposed to the chocolate cigars they were handing out to celebrate Sister 2's twins arriving, and now Sister 1 and Sister 3 are convinced I'm a cigar smoker who secretly goes out to get my fix. They really do want to believe I'm just some liar who hides what he does from everyone and is into all kinds of crazy shit. I absolutely lost it in front of my mother. God, they piss me off. It of course makes sense that the first time in a long while that I've gotten this pissed off, it'd have something to do with Sister 3. God, what a bitch.

I need to just ignore it, but god. I make a 4.0 this semester and I land an internship, but because I don't have a paying job that makes me some kind of cigar-addicted leech. I am so sick of the way my sister treats me. Of the three sisters, I can only really get along with the one who just had twins, but since she's pretty much occupied...there's not much support I'm getting.

Starting the internship and getting out of the house will be nice. Really nice. God, I'm going to need it to get through this summer.