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I don't believe it feels like Christmas. Not just the day (since it's 15 minutes away) but the season. I guess that ever since I realized Santa wasn't real and my parents started sticking to my list, it just hasn't felt the same. No excitement, no joy, just the same old.
Today I exchanged gifts with KP. I got Prozac Nation, Dirty Minds, a Wallabies t-shirt and a camera. Just a cheap disposible camera for a collage we're making for after we graduate.
Later I went to my cousins house. I could tell my father had had a few drinks before we left but it wasn't too noticable. And then he drank more and just kept making an ass of himself. He got a gift that my mom told him about 5 times not to buy for himself but he did anyway. He acted like such a jackass about it. And when my uncle was talking to him about it, he just got so snippy about everything. And then when he came home he bitched to my mom about going to "fuck her boyfriend" and all that bullshit. Get over yourself. He's practically made my mom despise anything with a penis and me as well. I can't wait until I get to college and get away from all this.
I don't know how excited I even am for Christmas. Maybe it's the depressed person in me, but I just don't want it to be tomorrow.
I wish I could just sleep for ages. And really just fall asleep and stay asleep.
Today I exchanged gifts with KP. I got Prozac Nation, Dirty Minds, a Wallabies t-shirt and a camera. Just a cheap disposible camera for a collage we're making for after we graduate.
Later I went to my cousins house. I could tell my father had had a few drinks before we left but it wasn't too noticable. And then he drank more and just kept making an ass of himself. He got a gift that my mom told him about 5 times not to buy for himself but he did anyway. He acted like such a jackass about it. And when my uncle was talking to him about it, he just got so snippy about everything. And then when he came home he bitched to my mom about going to "fuck her boyfriend" and all that bullshit. Get over yourself. He's practically made my mom despise anything with a penis and me as well. I can't wait until I get to college and get away from all this.
I don't know how excited I even am for Christmas. Maybe it's the depressed person in me, but I just don't want it to be tomorrow.
I wish I could just sleep for ages. And really just fall asleep and stay asleep.