The Jedi Dies (almost)

Oh my God. How lame can this get? Every other week I have to get all worked up over this JEDI. This week's episode is great, absolutely fabulous. Check it out:

• My sister comes home with the Jedi, late, because she probably had to pick him up.
• It's dinner time and those two are the first to start eating before even a third person has taken a seat at the table.
• In the middle of the night, ie. 3am, I wake up and hear that the Jedi's gone to the emergency because he couldn't breathe.
• This morning I find out that my father drove him (with my sister), because my sister didn't know the way.
• By the time I found that out they were all gone again to see the doctor. (I thought they saw the damn doctor already.)
• They come back at like 5pm, exausted, without the Jedi. No, he didn't die. They kept him in the hospital to look at his lungs, something about lack of oxygen.
• The Jedi did not contact his family, because he didn't want to.

You know I thought eating before others are seated was bad. How about having your frail body dying in the middle of the night in somebody else's house, needing your girlfriend's FAMILY to drive you to the hospital? As if that's not enough you had them see the doctor with you the next morning! AND, omg, AND you didn't tell your own family. So that what, somebody else's family can take care of you? You don't have a car. How do you suppose you'll leave the hospital?

I'm shocked at all of this. How did my dad end up taking care of this guy? Why?! Are we ALL dating him now?

I know it's not his fault that he ended up in the emergency. But it just fits the character so well doesn't it? I'm not angry that he's sick, really. I'm angry with how shamelessly he is mooching off of my family's hospitality. And this little incident doesn't make me like him any better.

Next time, stay the fuck away from my house where you cannot breathe. Get your stupid ass a car and stop relying on my sister or my father for rides, to Wonderland or to the hospital. Use that car to leave the house at night, because DUH you cannot breathe here. STEP IT UP, DUDE! Take care of your girlfriend for once! GOD! This is beyond lame!

• Update: My sister just got called. The Jedi is alive and well and needs a ride back. By back I mean here.

He needs to go home and get some rest. And I need to stop yelling at my family about how he needs to go home and get some rest. I have never voiced my opinion about any of this to my family before, but having my dad wake up in the middle of the night to toil for you is too much.