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I hate Christmas...
I haven't even been able to think about it for the past couple of weeks; schoolwork and final papers have dominated my mind and schedule.
So, after sleeping an uncomfortable 3 hours on Thursday morning, I went to work, finished a paper, and left New Haven at 4:15am on Friday so that I could go to the airport and only arrive in San Antonio at 4:30pm--13 hours after leaving New Haven. Because it's holiday time, everyone has their kids when they travel. Screaming, obnoxious brats that don't know how to act in public because their parents are too incompetent to teach them anything useful.
Then, my dad needed to get his Christmas shopping done. So we went to the mall, saw my sister, and then the madness began. People, money, children everywhere, all of them rushing past each other; each of them so happy--happy to the extreme that they ignore everyone else around them--pushing, stressing, making it all about their Christmas, their family, their enjoyment.
And the sky fell down around my ears.
I haven't even been able to think about it for the past couple of weeks; schoolwork and final papers have dominated my mind and schedule.
So, after sleeping an uncomfortable 3 hours on Thursday morning, I went to work, finished a paper, and left New Haven at 4:15am on Friday so that I could go to the airport and only arrive in San Antonio at 4:30pm--13 hours after leaving New Haven. Because it's holiday time, everyone has their kids when they travel. Screaming, obnoxious brats that don't know how to act in public because their parents are too incompetent to teach them anything useful.
Then, my dad needed to get his Christmas shopping done. So we went to the mall, saw my sister, and then the madness began. People, money, children everywhere, all of them rushing past each other; each of them so happy--happy to the extreme that they ignore everyone else around them--pushing, stressing, making it all about their Christmas, their family, their enjoyment.
And the sky fell down around my ears.