Aren't Holidays Fun?
So, I'm finally getting better, and not constantly sleeping. I am down to your basic head cold, and it can only get better. But I've passed the crappy-ness to my little sister, who cannot stop whining and complaining, and things the world revloves around her. Plus she has a really low pain tolerance, so a scrape has her howling in pain.
I still hate my aunt, and we have rekindled our mutual hate. She has taken to laughing behind my back, which is really juvenile, and gets under my skin more than it should. (Sorry about the rant after the field trip, misaodono292...) Grr...
Oh, and what we all need right before Christmas... a pipe in the attic burst... which resuted in all of the insulation being thrown out, my mom and dad's closet being unwillingly turned into a new swamp (and the idiots who built the house decided to put the wooden cabinets on top of the carpet... really? Who does that?). So, we have these really idiotic and noisy fans blowing along with 3 dehumidifiers, which is drying out the whole house (as it's supposd to), and now we all are miserable, because we all have dried, cracked skin that is painful. And because it's an old house, the burst pipe will happen again, and the insurance company may not give us the deductable next time. So, in the new year, we have to replace all the freaking plumbing, which means we have to move out of the house for a rediculous amount of time, which really interferes with things like school. What else would happen to make this Christmas one of the worst?
And on the subject of Christmas... Ok, so my parents completely ignored the whole "no presents" thing, so because I gave them no ideas, I am slightly wary of what tomorrow will look like. Erm, because I was sick, I failed at getting presents for people, so tomorrow will be interesting for me. My uncle has pneumonia, so that means we won't be seeing them soon, and to top it all off, there will be no Christmas stollen. My mom has had stollen every Christmas (I mean every), and so have I and my sisters. This makes it not a true Christmas for all of us. (Yes, it should not depend on a cake, but it does! My grandparents are rolling in their cremated graves.)
I apologise for my atrocious spelling. It's something I'm trying to fix...