Holiday Wrap-Up
Didn't post much about the holidays 'cause I've been bitching enough as it is, but in case anyone is interested here's how my holidays went.
Christmas
Christmas was fine. I'm not a religious person, and the past few years I've been quite bah-humbug with the x-mas spirit. Didn't spend a lot on others as I've been broke from my Europe trip, but everyone knew that, so they got some simple/cheapie gifts and they'll be getting a late picture cd gift, and hopefully sometime before next x-mas a DVD with video footage from the trip.
I got cash and giftcards from most everyone since I'm saving for a camera and I'm wanting to get frames for my trip photos, and other random stuff for decorating which selfishly enough I don't like other people buying for me. I have a specific style I like, and am quite personal when it comes to decorating.
Asked for the the 2 LOTR sountracks I don't have and got a trilogy pack that's "so-&-so's" version of the songs. Didn't realize this 'til I opened the package and now can't return the opened item. Oh well, don't really care all that much though.
Christmas has really lost that special meaning to me. The only fun I had was watching my little cousins open stuff. That's who this is for anyway, the kids. I think it should be a rule that after 18 you're no longer required to get x-mas gifts. I hate thinking up crap I don't need for others to give me gifts of crap I don't want. :/ Think it's silly for people to waste their money on me for some dead guys birthday.
But, overall no complaints. No family drama. Just good food and lazy times around the grandparents house.
New Years
New Years was a totally different story. This has got to go down as the shittiest New Years in my personal history. Cried my eyes out cramped into my little closet. Was in a strop over not being able to find my ID *or* passport, ergo, no drinking with the friends. Though, not finding the ID wasn't the main issue, it was just the straw on the camel's back.
Couldn't find the ID 'cause my room is a freakin' hazardous site. The room is really reflecting my inward reflection of myself. Can't get my room organized means my life is just as unruly. Sounds silly right? That's me and my twisted logic for ya.
Seriously, I had a mini-breakdown in my closet realizing that I'll be 23 in a few months, I'm still living with my parents, I don't have a 'serious' job and/or career, my car broke down and it's too old to get fixed *again*, can't really afford a new car therefore I must get a second job, can't go back to school like I planned, I have no boyfriend and in my 23 years of existence I've never even had 1 serious boyfriend, and frankly I have serious issues with forming any relationships (romantic or otherwise) because I'm just so untrusting of other people. Why? I dunno. If I knew why, then I could fix it and it wouldn't be a problem. Meh. :/
All in all I'm glad it's done, and I'm glad to be moving on. Now, if I can get through V-Day in one piece it'll be all good from there. Drinking for St. Patty's Day and chocolate for Easter? I'm there baby!
And now, because it just fits, one of my favorite movie/book quotes ever. From: "Trainspotting"
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Christmas
Christmas was fine. I'm not a religious person, and the past few years I've been quite bah-humbug with the x-mas spirit. Didn't spend a lot on others as I've been broke from my Europe trip, but everyone knew that, so they got some simple/cheapie gifts and they'll be getting a late picture cd gift, and hopefully sometime before next x-mas a DVD with video footage from the trip.
I got cash and giftcards from most everyone since I'm saving for a camera and I'm wanting to get frames for my trip photos, and other random stuff for decorating which selfishly enough I don't like other people buying for me. I have a specific style I like, and am quite personal when it comes to decorating.
Asked for the the 2 LOTR sountracks I don't have and got a trilogy pack that's "so-&-so's" version of the songs. Didn't realize this 'til I opened the package and now can't return the opened item. Oh well, don't really care all that much though.
Christmas has really lost that special meaning to me. The only fun I had was watching my little cousins open stuff. That's who this is for anyway, the kids. I think it should be a rule that after 18 you're no longer required to get x-mas gifts. I hate thinking up crap I don't need for others to give me gifts of crap I don't want. :/ Think it's silly for people to waste their money on me for some dead guys birthday.
But, overall no complaints. No family drama. Just good food and lazy times around the grandparents house.
New Years
New Years was a totally different story. This has got to go down as the shittiest New Years in my personal history. Cried my eyes out cramped into my little closet. Was in a strop over not being able to find my ID *or* passport, ergo, no drinking with the friends. Though, not finding the ID wasn't the main issue, it was just the straw on the camel's back.
Couldn't find the ID 'cause my room is a freakin' hazardous site. The room is really reflecting my inward reflection of myself. Can't get my room organized means my life is just as unruly. Sounds silly right? That's me and my twisted logic for ya.
Seriously, I had a mini-breakdown in my closet realizing that I'll be 23 in a few months, I'm still living with my parents, I don't have a 'serious' job and/or career, my car broke down and it's too old to get fixed *again*, can't really afford a new car therefore I must get a second job, can't go back to school like I planned, I have no boyfriend and in my 23 years of existence I've never even had 1 serious boyfriend, and frankly I have serious issues with forming any relationships (romantic or otherwise) because I'm just so untrusting of other people. Why? I dunno. If I knew why, then I could fix it and it wouldn't be a problem. Meh. :/
All in all I'm glad it's done, and I'm glad to be moving on. Now, if I can get through V-Day in one piece it'll be all good from there. Drinking for St. Patty's Day and chocolate for Easter? I'm there baby!
And now, because it just fits, one of my favorite movie/book quotes ever. From: "Trainspotting"
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.