I’m not going to specify names; instead I’ll give this person the alias of Allison. Why Allison? I don’t know. It’s the first name that came to my head. Anyways, Allison is related to me and somehow always manages to start an argument that turns into the next World War at my house.

After having a very enjoyable Christmas, Allison decides that she needs a haircut (she had her hair cut three days ago). Allison also needs to get back to her apartment since she was only visiting. She has no key for her apartment (for reasons I don’t understand) and has to meet up with one of her roommates to get his. All the while my parents are planning what they’re going to do on their day off.

So the plans for their day revolve around when Allison needs to be dropped off and where. Of course, this “when” and “where” is not specified by Allison and is left dangling in oblivion. All that concerns Allison is that she wants a haircut.

Needless to say that my father’s temper has one of the shortest fuses on this known planet. So after waiting for an hour and still not getting any information from Allison, my father starts yelling up the stairs at Allison, who is aimlessly surfing MySpace. Naturally, Allison starts arguing back to my father, over an argument she has no control over. SHE is the one who needs to be driven around. SHE is the one who needs to figure out when she needs to be dropped off.

This is how I woke up this morning.

Did it surprise me? Not really, all of Allison’s visits conclude like this. It’s as if she is angry that she has to leave our house and decides to find the most obnoxious reasons to start a fight possible before she leaves. Other than that is was a pleasant Christmas.

But all this doesn’t concern you, so don’t worry about it.