Unhappy

These past few days have me flipping out. First there was the frantic packing of the boxes. And there was big camping night, where my parents stayed over in my eeny weeny apartment. And then we all drove home and the whole time, mom kept mentioning how she and dad didn't like how I was dating a white guy. Yes, my parents are racists. I thought they weren't, but apparently they are. And it's getting on my nerves how mom keeps mentioning it over and over how much dad doesn't like me dating Ben when it's very clear to me that while dad is unhappy, it's mostly mom who is very very upset with it. So what? He's American. So am I. Deal.
Also annoying me is my parents' usual behavior of letting me know at the very last minute that we're going to New York the very next day and somehow expecting me to magically know this even though I've been away at school all this time. And now, I'm stuck here in New York City with no instant messenger or means to call my Benny-bean who I miss incredibly and really want to talk to. All I've got is email and NYTimes on my uncle's borrowed laptop with stolen insecure DSL connection. I'm going to be in the city until around Wednesday afternoon because of my interviews and then I'll be back in Connecticut and hopefully my parents won't mind me calling him. Long distance sucks.
I need a big hug from my Ben...