Christmas
For me Christmas started on Monday with the party at Gerald's ex-wife's house. Jeanette and Erika had an argument about whether my hair looked good or not. I think the word they finally agreed on was distinguished. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean.
I was right about the rotten little kids. I hate kids. A lot. They got a crapastically huge pile of toys. I'm not being grinchy when I say it was WAY too much. The piles were bigger than the kids and they were being real brats, throwing the things they didn't like and screaming about it.
Erika got me a nice sweater. I was happy.
Christmas at Mom's wasn't real exciting. She already had the present I gave her. =( I got some more nice clothes. My favorite gift was a full color illustrated Firefly book. It's really shiny.
Dad's side of the family wasn't so bad. I spent more time talking to Alan the artist and David the businessman than I did to the aunts this year. The uncles of course didn't hang around much, they sat outside and talked about the deer they were going to kill yesterday and the price of corn. I got another nice shirt up there. Alan used the word distinguished to refer to my hair, which I thought was weird. He always talks about my hair. At least this time he had a reason. lol.
Um. Yesterday sucked. It started snowing at noon. Yes. Snowing. You know how Arkansas only gets 1 inch of snow a year. Well we got 3 inches yesterday. I got stranded an extra night in the mountains with Dad who got off on this kick about Mom until I wanted to risk the icy mountain roads.
This morning I got up and he wanted to talk about relationships. I guess he laid awake thinking about it all night or something, but he kept going on and on about all these college-age girls Sandy knows and how all they ever think about is sex and they're all whores blah blah blah
I finally escaped. Suzy came over, but Mom sat in the living room until Jay came and then Jay wanted to talk so I felt like Suzy was bored. She left early. Hopefully I will see her again before I leave and we can talk about boys or something.
I feel kinda sick at my stomach. Maybe ate too much.
I was right about the rotten little kids. I hate kids. A lot. They got a crapastically huge pile of toys. I'm not being grinchy when I say it was WAY too much. The piles were bigger than the kids and they were being real brats, throwing the things they didn't like and screaming about it.
Erika got me a nice sweater. I was happy.
Christmas at Mom's wasn't real exciting. She already had the present I gave her. =( I got some more nice clothes. My favorite gift was a full color illustrated Firefly book. It's really shiny.
Dad's side of the family wasn't so bad. I spent more time talking to Alan the artist and David the businessman than I did to the aunts this year. The uncles of course didn't hang around much, they sat outside and talked about the deer they were going to kill yesterday and the price of corn. I got another nice shirt up there. Alan used the word distinguished to refer to my hair, which I thought was weird. He always talks about my hair. At least this time he had a reason. lol.
Um. Yesterday sucked. It started snowing at noon. Yes. Snowing. You know how Arkansas only gets 1 inch of snow a year. Well we got 3 inches yesterday. I got stranded an extra night in the mountains with Dad who got off on this kick about Mom until I wanted to risk the icy mountain roads.
This morning I got up and he wanted to talk about relationships. I guess he laid awake thinking about it all night or something, but he kept going on and on about all these college-age girls Sandy knows and how all they ever think about is sex and they're all whores blah blah blah
I finally escaped. Suzy came over, but Mom sat in the living room until Jay came and then Jay wanted to talk so I felt like Suzy was bored. She left early. Hopefully I will see her again before I leave and we can talk about boys or something.
I feel kinda sick at my stomach. Maybe ate too much.