Brunch and dizzisodes

I can just imagine fighting with my little brother when he gets older... something along the lines of this:

"You frigging mustard head!"

"Why you little relish head!"

"Damn it, you random condiment head!"

Vaguely similar to the present... Ugh- I went to breakfast my parents today to some fancy little cafe/ restaurant thing. A couple years ago, we would be talking about school, my sports and art, future plans, etc... Now, all they could talk about was the liquor store. Stock, customers, pricing, wine tastings! It seems that’s all they talk about now, and they are certainly crabbier than they were a couple years ago. I can't imagine how pleasant they must have been before they had kids. Whew!

I seem to be getting dizzier and dizzier every week; it has seriously come to be annoying. Every time I stand up I almost faint. How the hell am I supposed to participate in gym with my joints and dizzisodes? I don’t want to seem like one of those barbies who can't participate in volley ball because they don’t want to chip a nail (which, by the way, can be extremely aggravating if you actually have nails, cough cough), or like I am anorexic or something (believe me, I probably eat more than I should). I hate when people think that. I would give anything to play sports like a normal person, but I can't, so I'm, screwed. People don't get that.