Happy New Year eh?
Just a warning, this entry will be composed of rants. Leave it to my dad to bring me back here for unloading my anger and criticism.
Exactly one year ago, things were nearly peachy. All my relatives I'd known my entire life (minus poor Lisa...cancer is terrible) were alive although I barely saw them. I had a possible boyfriend in the works who was nice enough to remember me now and then over break. It was actually pretty pathetic. It should have been a precourser; a wake up call to myself that he's definitely not worth anything when he just forgets about me for two months.
Plenty of other fairly nice things, too. I remember last New Year's Eve my parents and myself made up a comfy fake couch of pillows and blankets in front of their TV to watch movies. One of which was Pirates of the Caribbean--awful, I hated it.
Right now my mom is cooking nearly the same meal as last year, but I'm hoping neither parent will get at all plastered. Minus the spinach dip, the meal is smelling lovely.
A little while ago while I was indulging on the kitchen's aromas, my dad decided to pop one of those stupid little indoor firework things. It nearly made my mom faint, and I was a taken way by surprise. We both yelled "it isn't funny!" and he made no effort to control his laughter. He laughed. On and on and on.
Sometimes I wish I was away from school. A lot of times actually...but more so, I wish I was away from home. I don't really know WHERE I want to be, so I'm just trying to live up the moment wherever I am.
I really wish train tickets to chicago weren't so bloody expensive during the week.
Exactly one year ago, things were nearly peachy. All my relatives I'd known my entire life (minus poor Lisa...cancer is terrible) were alive although I barely saw them. I had a possible boyfriend in the works who was nice enough to remember me now and then over break. It was actually pretty pathetic. It should have been a precourser; a wake up call to myself that he's definitely not worth anything when he just forgets about me for two months.
Plenty of other fairly nice things, too. I remember last New Year's Eve my parents and myself made up a comfy fake couch of pillows and blankets in front of their TV to watch movies. One of which was Pirates of the Caribbean--awful, I hated it.
Right now my mom is cooking nearly the same meal as last year, but I'm hoping neither parent will get at all plastered. Minus the spinach dip, the meal is smelling lovely.
A little while ago while I was indulging on the kitchen's aromas, my dad decided to pop one of those stupid little indoor firework things. It nearly made my mom faint, and I was a taken way by surprise. We both yelled "it isn't funny!" and he made no effort to control his laughter. He laughed. On and on and on.
Sometimes I wish I was away from school. A lot of times actually...but more so, I wish I was away from home. I don't really know WHERE I want to be, so I'm just trying to live up the moment wherever I am.
I really wish train tickets to chicago weren't so bloody expensive during the week.