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Well, I'm back from the ski trip of doom, though less doom than we've had on past ski trips *cough'98yearofthefloodandmanymicecough*. If anything, this little trip has reaffirmed my belief that both of my parents are off their collective nut. And I'm not just saying that because I'm their daughter, and a teenager at that, and supposedly am supposed to already think they suck or something like that. I mean seriously they're insane. I dare any of you to sit in a car with them for three hours and try to come up with a different conclusion.
But I love them anyway.
Christmas was good, far better than last year though that might just be because my mom wasn't threatening divorce over dinner so, you know, there really wasn't that akward silence. Though I'll tell you something that was REALLY akward. Aunt Suey. And my Uncle Bobby's house. For Christmas dinner.
GOOD GOD.
That was like pulling teeth, I think a grand total of five words were spoken during that whole meal, even the little minnies were quiet.
Haul was fair, won't bore you with it all/rub it in your faces. Let it be known though that I have more socks than you can shake a stick at and once, just once, I would love it if my mom actually paid attention to the fact that I give her a list each year. Just once. It would be lovely really, because then I wouldn't have to return all the pink and yellow and books I'll never read and in-ear headphones. I'll give her credit though, she did well on the manga this year and she even threw in a few surprises.
Surprises that I won't rub in your faces.
Well, that aside, I still have homework and should probably consider getting on that right about now.
~Nova
But I love them anyway.
Christmas was good, far better than last year though that might just be because my mom wasn't threatening divorce over dinner so, you know, there really wasn't that akward silence. Though I'll tell you something that was REALLY akward. Aunt Suey. And my Uncle Bobby's house. For Christmas dinner.
GOOD GOD.
That was like pulling teeth, I think a grand total of five words were spoken during that whole meal, even the little minnies were quiet.
Haul was fair, won't bore you with it all/rub it in your faces. Let it be known though that I have more socks than you can shake a stick at and once, just once, I would love it if my mom actually paid attention to the fact that I give her a list each year. Just once. It would be lovely really, because then I wouldn't have to return all the pink and yellow and books I'll never read and in-ear headphones. I'll give her credit though, she did well on the manga this year and she even threw in a few surprises.
Surprises that I won't rub in your faces.
Well, that aside, I still have homework and should probably consider getting on that right about now.
~Nova