a very schnabel christmas
here is my christmas eve:
go to church. play. everyone says we sound great. want to kill alex. yell about harmony (on inside). go home. have following conversation with wonderful family:
(mother and father drinking eggnog)
me: (jokingly) you guys can't get drunk and ruin christmas.
(family laughs)
brother: can i try some?
(sips mother's eggnog)
father: want some steph?
me: no thanks. i don't like eggnog.
father: oh come on, it's christmas.
me: no, it tastes too strong for me. (it is pennsylvania dutch. the real shit that'll knock you out with one drink.)
father: oh, like you're so fucking righteous. i know you've been drunk before.
(yelling ensues.)
fuck you sir. if i could take back that night, i would. i regret every moment of it. i didn't say he was a bad person. i just fucking prefer hot chocolate to eggnog. my bad. oh yeah, and i'm fucking sixteen. we yelled about 10 minutes and sat down and opened presents. i fucked up christmas, but i don't feel bad. fuck that shit. i get enough of that at school. i'm not taking that shit sitting down, damn it.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
oh, then on christmas day, travis came over and we played dance dance revolution and watched pump up the volume. my family loves that kid.
go to church. play. everyone says we sound great. want to kill alex. yell about harmony (on inside). go home. have following conversation with wonderful family:
(mother and father drinking eggnog)
me: (jokingly) you guys can't get drunk and ruin christmas.
(family laughs)
brother: can i try some?
(sips mother's eggnog)
father: want some steph?
me: no thanks. i don't like eggnog.
father: oh come on, it's christmas.
me: no, it tastes too strong for me. (it is pennsylvania dutch. the real shit that'll knock you out with one drink.)
father: oh, like you're so fucking righteous. i know you've been drunk before.
(yelling ensues.)
fuck you sir. if i could take back that night, i would. i regret every moment of it. i didn't say he was a bad person. i just fucking prefer hot chocolate to eggnog. my bad. oh yeah, and i'm fucking sixteen. we yelled about 10 minutes and sat down and opened presents. i fucked up christmas, but i don't feel bad. fuck that shit. i get enough of that at school. i'm not taking that shit sitting down, damn it.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
i am chun lee. i have legs of steel.
oh, then on christmas day, travis came over and we played dance dance revolution and watched pump up the volume. my family loves that kid.