Santa Wants Me in Jail
The title will need some explaining. But before I begin, I just want to wish everyone a merry x-mas and hope it was a good one for them. I also was to clear up something about my last entry. Yeah, I know, it sounds pretty hateful. But think about it, what's the purpose of a journal? Its for you to write whatever the hell you want to write. My entry seemed very one-sided and very mean, and I know of this. But that's why the title is a sexist entry for the opposite sex. I was admitting that my opinion at the time was sexist, and shouldn't have been taken seriously because sexism is stupid anyway. I was merely venting out my anger because women are frustrating. Sorry ladies, but its true.
On to my story..
I awoke this morning to the sound of A Christmas Story (god i love that movie) on my TV. I go through the typical routine of Christmas; visiting relatives, opening presents, eating food. I already felt bad before this. The night before I worked, visited my uncle, and came home to open presents, which led into a fight with my mom which really wasn't worth it. This added to the dismay of the next day, which was Christmas. At my aunt's house on Christmas day, my mom left before me to my grandpa's house. I was going to meet her there later on. I leave, and its snowing and the roads are horrible. I'm supposed to visit my dad, then my grandpa who lives in Davison. So I make it to my dad's house, and before I walk into his house, i get a call from my mom saying that I'm wanted for reckless driving and every cop in Genesee County is looking for me on the roads... All I could ask was why. Apparently "I" was going down 75 swerving around and cutting people off like a madman. The license plate number they reported was mine. My uncle, who is a state sheriff, called up my mom at my grandpa's house and informed her that three people reported my terrible driving, and suggested I was drunk. This made no sense, because I didn't even get on the highway for the entire day. This leaves only one explanation: Evil Twin... Either that or three people out there really don't want me to have a good Christmas.
But alas, I saw my little baby step-brother and watched Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at my dad's house. Very funny.. Then I came home and settled things with my mom. That's the good part of the day. All was well, but apparently the cops are still looking for me for breathalyser tests and such. So I need a supplied ride to get anywhere instead of driving myself for the next few days. Some people are just mean so cruel on Christmas.. Damn you Cire!!
P.S. Cire = Eric spelled backwards, my evil twin's name.
On to my story..
I awoke this morning to the sound of A Christmas Story (god i love that movie) on my TV. I go through the typical routine of Christmas; visiting relatives, opening presents, eating food. I already felt bad before this. The night before I worked, visited my uncle, and came home to open presents, which led into a fight with my mom which really wasn't worth it. This added to the dismay of the next day, which was Christmas. At my aunt's house on Christmas day, my mom left before me to my grandpa's house. I was going to meet her there later on. I leave, and its snowing and the roads are horrible. I'm supposed to visit my dad, then my grandpa who lives in Davison. So I make it to my dad's house, and before I walk into his house, i get a call from my mom saying that I'm wanted for reckless driving and every cop in Genesee County is looking for me on the roads... All I could ask was why. Apparently "I" was going down 75 swerving around and cutting people off like a madman. The license plate number they reported was mine. My uncle, who is a state sheriff, called up my mom at my grandpa's house and informed her that three people reported my terrible driving, and suggested I was drunk. This made no sense, because I didn't even get on the highway for the entire day. This leaves only one explanation: Evil Twin... Either that or three people out there really don't want me to have a good Christmas.
But alas, I saw my little baby step-brother and watched Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at my dad's house. Very funny.. Then I came home and settled things with my mom. That's the good part of the day. All was well, but apparently the cops are still looking for me for breathalyser tests and such. So I need a supplied ride to get anywhere instead of driving myself for the next few days. Some people are just mean so cruel on Christmas.. Damn you Cire!!
P.S. Cire = Eric spelled backwards, my evil twin's name.