Ok, so, for those of you who didn't read the comments on the last one, Jessie says, "Hi!"
...and i should probably clarify something...i'm not really mad about my parents claiming the keys; i'm mad about their reasoning for it...as a matter of fact, as soon as they said, "the car may be yours, but the keys belong to us until you're 21." "you didn't buy the keys." i turned to my cousin, who is now living with us, and said, "that's ok; i'll just hotwire it every time." & then my dad kicked me in the bum...we laughed & i kicked him back...it was actually a pretty fun day...i'm just sick of them comparing my sister and me & i needed a place to rant about it...
...and, well, since everybody aparently reads the long ones & i got 8 whole freaking comments last time, i guess i'll make this one long, too ^_^ ...
so:
I love you, too, Jessie 
Fusco...I should kick you for your grammar *glare*..."...strict parents is not so great."?!
Yes, Brittany, it's the one we talked about: the red 96 Ford Taurus
I am not a dork *blows raspberry at abby*
I said that my sister has no heart & that's why she does lash out at our parents
you know, for all i complain about my family on xanga, i never really tell you guys how great they are, do i? jessie knows what i'm talking about...and maybe miranda, too. they're amazing. i love them all very much...just sometimes they're overwhelming...with their overprotectiveness and stuff. and my younger siblings bother me alot, but that's alot of what siblings are for. besides, i get along with them alot of the time, too...especially now that i'm not home very often.
...i really miss my dad when i'm up here. i know that kellie claims that she's "daddy's little girl," but i know that i am, lol... kellie used to be when she was little, but i was dad's little tomboy, i guess...i still like to get out and help with all the projects that i can. i miss going out to the garage & sitting on the step to watch dad work on a bookshelf or something...until he needed a wrench or something; then i got to help ^_^. you know, that's the only time i can really cry: when i relate something to my dad. when my mom had her heart troubles, i wanted my daddy... damn... i wish i was home more...
well, love you guys,
Sam