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This was probably the weirdest Christmas I've ever had.
Thanksmas (on the Eve of the Eve), was wonderful, followed by an amazing night with a certain someone. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
Christmas Eve didn't even feel like Christmas Eve. My parents, Colby, and I went to Cheeseburger in Paradise for lunch. I was saddened, because there was mango cheesecake on the menu and I couldn't have it. The poor waiter had to go back and as the cooks what was in the marinade for the chicken I wanted. I had strawberry lemonade with a lot of effing punch to it. That night, I played the sims, joined my parents and brother in the living room for a bit, and then went to bed. There was no getting ready at 3 in the afternoon, no going to my grandma's, no eating burnt dinner, and no opening random presents that I didn't ask for nor did I know they even existed. More importantly, there was no driving by that one guy's house to look at his Christmas lights.
We had breakfast at home on Christmas morning because my brother wanted it, even though he didn't want it when he woke up. I laid on the couch for an hour with Pengy before breakfast. We listened to the Bob and Tom Christmas CD, and Pengy danced and played the air guitar. My mother got mad and asked me how old I was. I told her I was seven. After breakfast we finally got to open presents. I was really excited because I got my hair straightener, only, I went to turn it on to use it, and it doesn't work. So, I have to take it back to Medusa's at some point this week (probably Thursday when I go to get my hair done). I also got a book I've been wanting to read, a bluetooth for my phone (that's such a fun gadget), and more sims games.
Then it was time to make the trek to Dana for Christmas Dinner/gifts with my Grandma Bonnie and other random relatives. We were supposed to be there at three, so, naturally, I was dressed and ready to go by 2:30. At 3:00 Mom was making the bed. At 3:07 she said we were late because "you guys were dragging your feet." I got mad and snapped. I was -not- late. It was her. We yelled at each other. Finally, we left. I was saddened, because my grandma put a honey mustard glaze on the ham, which made it taste really kind of yucky. After dinner, we opened presents. My cousins are a bunch of ungrateful little brats. Before we even started passing out gifts, one of them said "I better get jammas cause I've been asking for them!" I wanted to slap that girl in the face. I swear, if I was her mother...
My uncles and cousins have this stupid thing they love to do while opening presents. The wad the wrapping paper up and throw it at each other. Yours truly was hit in the right temple by wrapping paper 6 times. After the 3rd, I gave them a warning. After the 4th, I threw back. After the 5th, I dramatically asked for some aspirin and began rubbing my head. It was better than screaming, which ended up coming later, anyway.
My brother was getting ready to leave and my dad told him to take me home. He said he'd only take me home if I cleaned my room...well, it escalated, and it turned into my mom snapping at my grandma and my aunt telling me how I needed to behave because of the "problems with kids these days." I stood up, looked her in the eye, and said "You don't even have kids." She said something else, and I snapped. I don't even remember what I screamed, but damnit, I screamed it at the top of my lungs, told my brother I never wanted to speak to him again, and stormed off crying.
They left me alone for a good fifteen minutes, and then my aunt came in and started talking to me.
Is it so much to ask that people just stay off my back about things over the holidays? And that my brother not act like my father and think he can punish/tell me what to do? My mother says he does it because he "cares" about me. I say he does it because he's an inconsiderate, controlling prick.
He never cared about me before. I was also the "annoying, skanky, ugly" little sister. Why start now?
Thanksmas (on the Eve of the Eve), was wonderful, followed by an amazing night with a certain someone. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
Christmas Eve didn't even feel like Christmas Eve. My parents, Colby, and I went to Cheeseburger in Paradise for lunch. I was saddened, because there was mango cheesecake on the menu and I couldn't have it. The poor waiter had to go back and as the cooks what was in the marinade for the chicken I wanted. I had strawberry lemonade with a lot of effing punch to it. That night, I played the sims, joined my parents and brother in the living room for a bit, and then went to bed. There was no getting ready at 3 in the afternoon, no going to my grandma's, no eating burnt dinner, and no opening random presents that I didn't ask for nor did I know they even existed. More importantly, there was no driving by that one guy's house to look at his Christmas lights.
We had breakfast at home on Christmas morning because my brother wanted it, even though he didn't want it when he woke up. I laid on the couch for an hour with Pengy before breakfast. We listened to the Bob and Tom Christmas CD, and Pengy danced and played the air guitar. My mother got mad and asked me how old I was. I told her I was seven. After breakfast we finally got to open presents. I was really excited because I got my hair straightener, only, I went to turn it on to use it, and it doesn't work. So, I have to take it back to Medusa's at some point this week (probably Thursday when I go to get my hair done). I also got a book I've been wanting to read, a bluetooth for my phone (that's such a fun gadget), and more sims games.
Then it was time to make the trek to Dana for Christmas Dinner/gifts with my Grandma Bonnie and other random relatives. We were supposed to be there at three, so, naturally, I was dressed and ready to go by 2:30. At 3:00 Mom was making the bed. At 3:07 she said we were late because "you guys were dragging your feet." I got mad and snapped. I was -not- late. It was her. We yelled at each other. Finally, we left. I was saddened, because my grandma put a honey mustard glaze on the ham, which made it taste really kind of yucky. After dinner, we opened presents. My cousins are a bunch of ungrateful little brats. Before we even started passing out gifts, one of them said "I better get jammas cause I've been asking for them!" I wanted to slap that girl in the face. I swear, if I was her mother...
My uncles and cousins have this stupid thing they love to do while opening presents. The wad the wrapping paper up and throw it at each other. Yours truly was hit in the right temple by wrapping paper 6 times. After the 3rd, I gave them a warning. After the 4th, I threw back. After the 5th, I dramatically asked for some aspirin and began rubbing my head. It was better than screaming, which ended up coming later, anyway.
My brother was getting ready to leave and my dad told him to take me home. He said he'd only take me home if I cleaned my room...well, it escalated, and it turned into my mom snapping at my grandma and my aunt telling me how I needed to behave because of the "problems with kids these days." I stood up, looked her in the eye, and said "You don't even have kids." She said something else, and I snapped. I don't even remember what I screamed, but damnit, I screamed it at the top of my lungs, told my brother I never wanted to speak to him again, and stormed off crying.
They left me alone for a good fifteen minutes, and then my aunt came in and started talking to me.
Is it so much to ask that people just stay off my back about things over the holidays? And that my brother not act like my father and think he can punish/tell me what to do? My mother says he does it because he "cares" about me. I say he does it because he's an inconsiderate, controlling prick.
He never cared about me before. I was also the "annoying, skanky, ugly" little sister. Why start now?