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Cause 32 is still a goddamn number.
Well, these past couple days have been shit.
Friday was the better of the three. I hungout with Nicole, got Emily's birthday present.
Friday night I went over to Richards house.
We walked to Wal*Mart. Shit. It was so cold and we were soaked when we finally got back.
I complained the whole way. I'm not used to all that walking and stuff.
We had some good times that night though. I didn't want the night to end. ♥
Yesterday. Christmas eve. Probably the worst day I've had in a while.
The Christmas tree would not stay up. It kept falling over, but we decided to decorate it anyways.
Well, it was doing fine until I started putting the fucking finishing touches onto it. It started to fall on me so I held it up as well as I could and yelled for my dad to come. Well, my mom had one idea to get it to stay up, and my dad had another. Both idea's were pretty pointless. They wouldn't listen to one another, and it turned into a screaming match. My two little nephews were there so I grabbed them and brought them down to my room so they wouldn't have to witness my parents freak out. They were so loud though, the music couldn't cover it up. I tried to keep them occupied while trying to run upstairs to tell my parents to grow up and stop yelling. Ugh. Well, they finally stopped and my dad brought them over to their house. By then all the glass ornaments on the tree were over cause dad kept dropping the tree on the ground over and over again. I lost it and started crying and yelling at my mom and she just broke down and started crying. She told me how sick of my dad she was and how much she couldn't stand him and she couldn't stand all the stress. I didn't need to hear any of it. So I stopped helping and just went downstairs and cried. It was rediculous. I called my sister and she came down, which helped settle things.
This morning, I woke up and I didn't know whether to be excited or just treat it like a regular day. Well, I didn't want to get let down, so I decided to just treat it like a regular day with a differen't agenda. I woke MaryAnn & Rachael up and we woke mom & dad up and did stockings. Then we opened presents.
I got:
ºdown comforter
ºreally soft bathrobe
ºcoffee maker
ºheadphones
ºother small stuff
Not a whole lot this year, but I was expecting that cause we're pretty low on money. Then we went over Margot's for breakfast. After we ate and watched the boys open presents I got really tired. I came home and went to sleep. Later I watched some of The Big Labousky with my sister & dad. Awkward. After that we went over to Margot's for dinner. Everything was going fine until I sat down in the living room to find that the couch was all wet. I go "Why is the couch wet?" and Joey, my 5 year old nephew runs to his room crying screaming "I didn't know I did it!". Ew. I sat in his pee with my last clean pair of pants, since we have no washing machine. Ugh. Then, at dinner, we got in a fight over fucking gravy. What the hell. Today has been a series of bad events. There are other things too, but I can't say them in here at the moment. =/
This entry was so much longer than I was hoping.
Well, these past couple days have been shit.
Friday was the better of the three. I hungout with Nicole, got Emily's birthday present.
Friday night I went over to Richards house.
We walked to Wal*Mart. Shit. It was so cold and we were soaked when we finally got back.
I complained the whole way. I'm not used to all that walking and stuff.
We had some good times that night though. I didn't want the night to end. ♥
Yesterday. Christmas eve. Probably the worst day I've had in a while.
The Christmas tree would not stay up. It kept falling over, but we decided to decorate it anyways.
Well, it was doing fine until I started putting the fucking finishing touches onto it. It started to fall on me so I held it up as well as I could and yelled for my dad to come. Well, my mom had one idea to get it to stay up, and my dad had another. Both idea's were pretty pointless. They wouldn't listen to one another, and it turned into a screaming match. My two little nephews were there so I grabbed them and brought them down to my room so they wouldn't have to witness my parents freak out. They were so loud though, the music couldn't cover it up. I tried to keep them occupied while trying to run upstairs to tell my parents to grow up and stop yelling. Ugh. Well, they finally stopped and my dad brought them over to their house. By then all the glass ornaments on the tree were over cause dad kept dropping the tree on the ground over and over again. I lost it and started crying and yelling at my mom and she just broke down and started crying. She told me how sick of my dad she was and how much she couldn't stand him and she couldn't stand all the stress. I didn't need to hear any of it. So I stopped helping and just went downstairs and cried. It was rediculous. I called my sister and she came down, which helped settle things.
This morning, I woke up and I didn't know whether to be excited or just treat it like a regular day. Well, I didn't want to get let down, so I decided to just treat it like a regular day with a differen't agenda. I woke MaryAnn & Rachael up and we woke mom & dad up and did stockings. Then we opened presents.
I got:
ºdown comforter
ºreally soft bathrobe
ºcoffee maker
ºheadphones
ºother small stuff
Not a whole lot this year, but I was expecting that cause we're pretty low on money. Then we went over Margot's for breakfast. After we ate and watched the boys open presents I got really tired. I came home and went to sleep. Later I watched some of The Big Labousky with my sister & dad. Awkward. After that we went over to Margot's for dinner. Everything was going fine until I sat down in the living room to find that the couch was all wet. I go "Why is the couch wet?" and Joey, my 5 year old nephew runs to his room crying screaming "I didn't know I did it!". Ew. I sat in his pee with my last clean pair of pants, since we have no washing machine. Ugh. Then, at dinner, we got in a fight over fucking gravy. What the hell. Today has been a series of bad events. There are other things too, but I can't say them in here at the moment. =/
This entry was so much longer than I was hoping.