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She's such a fucking liar. Seriously, this is a perfect example of why I seriously hate Christmas. Every freaking year I never get what I ask for. Now I don't want to sound selfish and spoiled, I'm saying, maybe I ask for one specific DVD, or pick out a shirt or something small that I like, and tell my mom that's what I want. We're not talking about huge expensive gifts. Well, I can't remember once getting what I asked for, no matter how small. But because I'm a sucker, every year I think maybe this'll be the year... and then I get disappointed and hate Christmas all over again. So this year I decided that I wasn't going to ask for anything. That way, no disappointment. Well, a few weeks ago my mom asked me what I wanted, and thought maybe I'd take a chance, so I kind of jokingly (but kind of hopefully) said "a plane ticket to South Carolina in January" so I can go to Mike's graduation. And much to my surprise, she said ok, that she'd give me the cash for it. And I was stoked. I thought that finally things were turning around. Well, shame on me for getting my hopes up again. Shame on me for believing her.
Tonight, she asked me again what I wanted, so again I said "a plane ticket to South Carolina." This time she asked what it was going to cost. So I tell her $255 (cause Mrs. J booked it and made all the reservations, and that's what it comes to). And she kind of just laughs and says "that's not gonna happen." Un-fucking-believable. Merry fuckin Christmas.
Tonight, she asked me again what I wanted, so again I said "a plane ticket to South Carolina." This time she asked what it was going to cost. So I tell her $255 (cause Mrs. J booked it and made all the reservations, and that's what it comes to). And she kind of just laughs and says "that's not gonna happen." Un-fucking-believable. Merry fuckin Christmas.