Worst day ever...
OMG. I am not exactly having the best day today. I am sick of being in Franklin, I am sick of being in Massachusettes, I am sick of being in New England. I want to go away for a very long time. I really want to be antywhere but here! I woke up fine, but then I started to get antsy. My Nana was bing very "herself" this morning and I couldn't stand being in this stuffy house. So, I went outside to talk to Bob and my Mom, wondering if they could make me feel better; they usually do. But no. By talking with them I learned that we are not putting up our Christmas Tree this year. My mom claims that she doesn't want to do all that work if me and my sister arenit even going to be here this Christmas. Now that really hurt because (1)my dad already put up his tree with out us and (2) my mom would not be doing all the work becouse it is suppeses to be a fun, relaxing activity but every year it turns into a huge frustration and fight! So this year is the first year I won't be helping put a christmas tree up. Now I was really steaming and depressed by then, but then my sister comes into the room and mutes the show that I was watching and demands what the heck is wrong with me. So I just gave her the nastiest look that I could and left to go draw a dragon for Cody to make up for how pissy I was last Saturday with him. I gave up on that pretty soon, so I went on LiveJournal and read my "freind" Brianna's newest entries. What I found was two whole paragraphs of how mad she was at me and how I am so horrible. I just did a stupid little trick that I thought she would like and it completely blows up in my face! And that's not even the first time she's make me feel like dirt through her LiveJournal. So I was like, "Thanks Brianna, I feel a lot better now". Then I tried to shake off how mad I was and accept things for what they were on the car ride to Shaw's. At the store, I ran into Elise who was also at the party last night. That was about the only good thing that has happened to me so far today. There was a Santa in the store so me and Elise each took a picture with him. My sister make a huge stink about it and ranting on about how my mom humiliated her in the store by trying to get her to sit with Santa and about how me and my mom have little pact against her. So right now I am completely venting, my sister is sulking and making everyone around her feel horrible, and my mom has completely given up on trying to play the peacemaker. So, great day, huh? But, it the immortal words of Donna Summer..."I will survive!"