worst christmas ever, and more to come.
christmas is sapposed to be a time of happyness, joy, presents, and family. for me, this was not the case. i woke up at 7:30, and layed in bed untill 9, the time my mom decided that she wanted to have christmas. I walked into my moms room and gentally woke her up, only to then wake up my dad. since my dad didn't wake up for twenty minutes after that, i decided to have some cereal... yum. then when we were all up, we sat at the tiny ass christmas tree and everyone got their first presents.... mine was a pair of flip flops, which were the wrong ones, but im going to return them for the right ones. my mom and dad opened up theirs also. the second present i opened up were crest white strips. oh yes. my mother opened up a purse, and my dad got something.(i dont remember). then my third present was a pair of converse, the ones i wanted, thank god.... then, holly shit, where are the rest of laura's presents? oh, there are no more? omg, what happened? meanwhile, my parents are shooting glances at eachother, so i take the opportunity to go to the bathroom.... where tears are streaming down my face. After my face is semi normal colored, i come out and oh, magically there is 160 dollars for me. yeay. then my dad admitts how lame christmas was(yes he actually said lame). then we all talked about how dumb it was and i got out my christmas list and my mom started to make mucho excuses of why i didn't get alot of christmas presents. and all that shit. then my dad called her on it, and that made me laugh. After we all got over the "lame" christmasness, we cleaned up the house a lil bit, and then watched the laker game a lil. then we went on a family trip to go see 'meet the fockers'.then we came home and i went on the computer and tryed to keep them out of my life, due to a deep depression. My mom wanted to use the good china, because its christmas, and turn on christmas music. so that happened. The absolute worst part of the day was when my mom decided to bring up my grandma, who died in the begining of 6th grade.. i love my grandma, and it hurts me to talk about her, so i started bauling..... excused myself from the table and excaped to the bathroom once again. my dad came and knocked on the door, askin me to come out, so i did. like a good lil girl. we had desert and my dad offerend to take me driving, yes, he lets me drive the car. But there was only uno problemo, my mom; she has never been in the car with me while i drive. so while we were driving to inglewood(where my dad lets me drive) my mom begins to ask questions, so when she finds out that we're not going to look at christmas lights, she had a efing heart attack, and decided that no, we're not going to go driving. so once again, i cryed, this might sound like im overly dramatic, but just imagine christmas day, with no presents, and your parents trying to apologise for everything. imagine no family. just you and your parents..... yea.. bad. then, since my mom started to cry too, my dad took us to go look at christmas lights. yippee? no. now im at home, sitting here. ocasionally crying... now i can only anticipate how horrible my birthday's gonna be. no becky, no jackie. boo hoo. i have no idea what the fuck the deal is with josh. for all i know he could be in arizona. god. this sucks. fuck christmas. i hate it.... anything more to say? no. but if you are sapposed to have plans with me on my birthday, call me and let me kno, so that i can "schedule" things. for my parents.