I love these Saturday nights home alone just sitting around watching Cops reruns eating what ever the hell I want. My parents left a few minutes ago for my Grandmothers house to eat dinner. I guess I should have left with them instead of being selfish but I can't pass up a few hours of peace and quiet. I grabbed my laptop and walked down the steps to the living room, planning what was up for the night on my way down. I put my stuff down and paused, I forgot for a second what I was going to do next but then I spun around looking for the remote. I always found it irritating that all the furniture in my house was either brown or black, always making it difficult to find the black remote, the black cell phone, especially trying to find my black glasses which always turns into a scavenger hunt.  Looking for your glasses while basically seeing indiscernible blobs of blur all around you tends to get annoying after the first few minutes. " Ah, there's the remote!" I grabbed it quickly trying to get the TV on because the ominous silence was getting to me. I could be such a woos sometimes. After going through  200 channels disappointed I realized nothing was on TV. I remembered I missed the latest episode of Jersey Shore, so I clicked on OnDemand and searched for the show. I sat down, grabbed my snacks, and opened my computer to go on iChat. I heard the back door open and I stopped chewing my food to listen closely. I heard the sound of my parents voice and my little sisters arguing, but they weren't suppose to come back so early. My good mood fell into the put on my stomach and I raced to put the food away since I wasn't allowed to eat in the living room; one of my moms many rules. The door opened all the way and the muffled voices became more clear and ear piercing. So much for a fun night alone.