Going my merry fucking way
It really wasn't a bad Christmas by any means. It just further reinforced the fact that not only did I not get to see my own family, but they also didn't bother to call or anything. Granted, these are the same people who skipped graduation so I'm not totally surprised, but it's still irritating.
I spent Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and this morning with Alex and his family. Mom, my dog, and my car are at John's. Y'know, because Mom really doesn't seem to give a shit that she doesn't have her own car. Oh wait, that's because she conveniently has mine to take whenever she fucking wants to. (And before someone says WELL IT'S HER CAR, John bought it and Mom is slowly paying him back for it until the end of time. So...)
Dad sent me an e-card and about 10,000 articles on vegetarianism. He thinks that my vegetarianism is the reason why I'm so skinny now. Gee, when I lived in Staunton, I was a vegetarian and they all thought I was the biggest fatass because I weighed 20 pounds more than I do now. The reason why I'm so skinny now is because I have no car to go out and buy my own food in unless I'm going to work, and the only food Mom keeps in this fucking house is strewn with dead animal and makes me nauseous. No, it's not healthy, but I can't exactly move out and I can't do much about it until she gets off of her ass and gets her fucking car back.
Yeah, I understand that we had a blizzard but it's been over a week and people have been driving all over the goddamn place. There is no reason why her car shouldn't be done by now. Jesus fucking Christ.
It's just really fucking annoying to be around people who were allowed to decorate for fucking Christmas and who had time and money to go shopping and who receive phone calls and visits from their entire fucking family when you're on the opposite end of the spectrum. I really want to suck it up and forget about it but it's really fucking bothering me. When I make an effort to keep in touch, it goes nowhere, and when I don't bother calling or anything, no one seems to notice! It'd be one thing if it was one or two people but it's the WHOLE FUCKING CLAN on BOTH SIDES!
Hell, I'm not even fucking Christian and I don't believe in all the crap that generated the holiday, so maybe this is just something I should get used to.
Anyway, Alex's family got me a snuggie, a candy crane, the movie Twilight (which was a gag gift), Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and a $100 Best Buy gift card to go toward my computer. (Yes, I had a HOLY SHIT reaction to that, too.)
Work called me, but no one left a message. I don't know what that's about. I can't go in until Mom brings the car back anyway, so I haven't called them to see what was going on. I'd love to work tomorrow because I'm only on the schedule for three days this week, and I need money.
Tomorrow's going to be a new day...
I spent Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and this morning with Alex and his family. Mom, my dog, and my car are at John's. Y'know, because Mom really doesn't seem to give a shit that she doesn't have her own car. Oh wait, that's because she conveniently has mine to take whenever she fucking wants to. (And before someone says WELL IT'S HER CAR, John bought it and Mom is slowly paying him back for it until the end of time. So...)
Dad sent me an e-card and about 10,000 articles on vegetarianism. He thinks that my vegetarianism is the reason why I'm so skinny now. Gee, when I lived in Staunton, I was a vegetarian and they all thought I was the biggest fatass because I weighed 20 pounds more than I do now. The reason why I'm so skinny now is because I have no car to go out and buy my own food in unless I'm going to work, and the only food Mom keeps in this fucking house is strewn with dead animal and makes me nauseous. No, it's not healthy, but I can't exactly move out and I can't do much about it until she gets off of her ass and gets her fucking car back.
Yeah, I understand that we had a blizzard but it's been over a week and people have been driving all over the goddamn place. There is no reason why her car shouldn't be done by now. Jesus fucking Christ.
It's just really fucking annoying to be around people who were allowed to decorate for fucking Christmas and who had time and money to go shopping and who receive phone calls and visits from their entire fucking family when you're on the opposite end of the spectrum. I really want to suck it up and forget about it but it's really fucking bothering me. When I make an effort to keep in touch, it goes nowhere, and when I don't bother calling or anything, no one seems to notice! It'd be one thing if it was one or two people but it's the WHOLE FUCKING CLAN on BOTH SIDES!
Hell, I'm not even fucking Christian and I don't believe in all the crap that generated the holiday, so maybe this is just something I should get used to.
Anyway, Alex's family got me a snuggie, a candy crane, the movie Twilight (which was a gag gift), Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and a $100 Best Buy gift card to go toward my computer. (Yes, I had a HOLY SHIT reaction to that, too.)
Work called me, but no one left a message. I don't know what that's about. I can't go in until Mom brings the car back anyway, so I haven't called them to see what was going on. I'd love to work tomorrow because I'm only on the schedule for three days this week, and I need money.
Tomorrow's going to be a new day...