Ugh. Being home is something else

So i'm back at my house. (drove out at 5am yesterday to get here in time for my bro's graduation)

It's only been a day and I already feel stressed out.
This month is gonna suck. There's gonna be a party every weekend. Next week we're having one here for my oldest brother. And the weekend of my birthday we're having relatives over, coincidentally. Now, its not that I don't like these particular people, it's just that i don't like people coming over. I'm introverted. I suppose.
Not to mention today, my oldest brother is having a grad party at his mom's house. I want to be there for him, but I'm not gonna lie--its gonna be awkward.

In addition to my people problems, i've been fucking up. So far I've:
1. Scared away the baby birds that live(d) in our backyard. It was an accident. I was trying to take a picture. And my dad yelled at me. "They can't fly very well, now they're going to  be eaten by the neighbor's cats! Good Job Alessandra!"  :(    A NEW BIRD CAME. It's laying its egg. And now I know better :)
2. Broke the bedpost of my mom's bed. (10 minutes ago) I feel like crap. Its only a few months old. "God! You and your little brother can't let me have anything nice!"  : (   It was an accident! I was just leaning myself on it. If only i weighed 50 lbs. (jk guys)  FIXED IT. With some wood glue. WASSUP

Sigh. I guess I'll use this post to tally all the times I fuck up this summer. I can't help it, I'm a clutz. If only you knew me in Highschool. Boy i could write up a book of all the embarassing screw ups I had. Ryan can back me up on that. And he didn't even know me all of highschool!

Until the next fuck up,
 Alessandra

[EDITS ON MAY 23 in purple ]