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More wonderful Christmas fun today. the day started off fine, even if a little boring. I got some "Curve" cologne (cool, even though it's not grey flannel or royal copenhagen, the only two i usually wear because I like to keep a sense of class to my cologne that is beyond pictures of snowboarders, but what the fuck), a dress shirt, a tie, some courderoy pants, and a fleece shirt and fleece pants, and a leather/fur canuck hat with built in ear muffs (awesomely homosexual, but when am I going to wear it other than when it's fucking FREEZING?). Cool, I don't mention that my sister's got like 2:1 the gift ratio I did, and with things at comparable prices. Whatever, I don't care, I'm a big kid now. Erinn got a digital camera, that was cool. It's got nothing on mine other than it's also a 4 megapixel, but whatever, probably cost less too. At least she got something she really wanted/needed, good for her. Rockin. We get ready to go to Joyce's (one of the 4 or 5 here who isn't a cunt) and my mom has to shower and so does Meg, so meg goes to take a quick shower, and my mom starts bitching (note that my mom wasn't even ready to take a shower until 20 minutes after meg got out, and the only reason meg got in first is because my mom was busy doing way too much other shit). What the fuck. We go to Joyce's, and I get like, 3 or 4 things more. A barnes and noble gift card which will be spent on a DVD pretty soon (probably tonight), a fucking MCDONALDS gift card (WHAT THE FUCK?!) from my grandparents for 20 bucks, cool, whatever, I'm sure Jenn and I will use it when we're stoned or something, who cares, a Wilson's leather backpack (which is cool, but small, and if I bring it to school it will get stolen, so what am I to do with it? No gift receipt, but the tags are still on it. I don't know what I'm going to do there, maybe I'll find a use for it. It's a nice bag, we'll see), and a gift pack from a bean company with some salsa and other things that seem to be delicious. We paused in gift opening to eat dinner and watch football and at half time in the packers game (which they ended up losing, much to my further dismay), I was called upstairs for gift opening round 2. I sat there wondering why I even bothered to come upstairs as not a single gift was for me, after watching in round 1, everybody including old people open 3 gifts to my 1, then not having ONE as everyone got the same amount in round 2. What the fuck. I mean hey, if you're not going to get me at least a comparable number of shit, and you force me to sit through watching everybody else, at least have one saved for me for the end. Um, nope. So on the ride home my mom tells us to not talk because it steams up the windows. I am like "what are you talking about, we still have to breathe and it does just as much." And she starts bitching again. It's like, hey mom, merry christmas, remember, you invited ME out here.
So I just had my dad buy me a train ticket for me to leave tomorrow. Assuming no delays (which isn't likely) I'll be home tomorrow at 9:40pm, or in syracuse anyway. More likely I'll roll in around 12 or 1, but either way, I'm happy just to get out of here. I called my aunt since my mom is a cunt and AGAIN had to fight everything and won't even let me fucking LEAVE without a fight, and starts bitching at me that she can't take me to the train station, because she has to be at a party... note, my aunt has to be at the same party. She's going to bring me and then go back. How hard is that? Whatever. Anyway, at least I like her so the end of my stay in NH wil be a pleasant one, and hey, even if i have to sit on the fucking train again, or sit in the station waiting for it to leave, it's better than being near my mom, who I wish I had no contact with. Merry x-mas to you too, mom. <3 *flips off*
Oh, so I get back here tonight too, and talk to Erinn, who starts telling me about how I'm throwing my life away because I do what I want to do, and don't do anything I don't want to. Jealousy at its finest. Oh, she also informed me how my cousin's (who shaped me into how I am, thank god I didn't fucking pick up on their hypocrisy and arrogance) really don't like hanging out with me. Are you ready for this one? It's another long duzie probably. We'll see. So, I guess all I talk about is pot, and I'm a tool. Guess how often I talk about pot.
"So, what have you been up to lately?"
"Eh, been smoking too much pot, listening to tunes. I have a new band started, we've got some pretty cool songs."
"Cool."
That's it. Until other people start talking about how much I smoke pot. Or inquiring. Then I answer. The only people who inquired or brought it up were them, and my sister Erinn, who signed one of my gifts today "from the dealer down on high street" which is a street by their house.
Another reason why I, Jason, am no fun to hang out with. I had two captain and cokes today, over a span of 6 hours, while everyone else was getting sauced on expensive wine and champagne, neither of which I like. So my two double shot captain + cokes over 6 hours compared to their 8-9 glasses of whatever the fuck they decided to drink over a span of two, makes me a no fun asshole who just wants to get drunk or something dumb. Look fuckwits, I had less than half as much as you did. Just because I choose something cheaper to drink than what you did doesn't make me a douche bag. It makes me simple. You do your drugs, and I'll do mine, and fuck you if you don't like that mine are cheaper. They do the trick just as well. Assholes.
At least I got to see my aunt Joyce, Uncle Scott, his fiancee's dad Ken, my uncle paul, and my cousin Stefan.
Fuck all of you, except my friends. Merry X-mas.
So I just had my dad buy me a train ticket for me to leave tomorrow. Assuming no delays (which isn't likely) I'll be home tomorrow at 9:40pm, or in syracuse anyway. More likely I'll roll in around 12 or 1, but either way, I'm happy just to get out of here. I called my aunt since my mom is a cunt and AGAIN had to fight everything and won't even let me fucking LEAVE without a fight, and starts bitching at me that she can't take me to the train station, because she has to be at a party... note, my aunt has to be at the same party. She's going to bring me and then go back. How hard is that? Whatever. Anyway, at least I like her so the end of my stay in NH wil be a pleasant one, and hey, even if i have to sit on the fucking train again, or sit in the station waiting for it to leave, it's better than being near my mom, who I wish I had no contact with. Merry x-mas to you too, mom. <3 *flips off*
Oh, so I get back here tonight too, and talk to Erinn, who starts telling me about how I'm throwing my life away because I do what I want to do, and don't do anything I don't want to. Jealousy at its finest. Oh, she also informed me how my cousin's (who shaped me into how I am, thank god I didn't fucking pick up on their hypocrisy and arrogance) really don't like hanging out with me. Are you ready for this one? It's another long duzie probably. We'll see. So, I guess all I talk about is pot, and I'm a tool. Guess how often I talk about pot.
"So, what have you been up to lately?"
"Eh, been smoking too much pot, listening to tunes. I have a new band started, we've got some pretty cool songs."
"Cool."
That's it. Until other people start talking about how much I smoke pot. Or inquiring. Then I answer. The only people who inquired or brought it up were them, and my sister Erinn, who signed one of my gifts today "from the dealer down on high street" which is a street by their house.
Another reason why I, Jason, am no fun to hang out with. I had two captain and cokes today, over a span of 6 hours, while everyone else was getting sauced on expensive wine and champagne, neither of which I like. So my two double shot captain + cokes over 6 hours compared to their 8-9 glasses of whatever the fuck they decided to drink over a span of two, makes me a no fun asshole who just wants to get drunk or something dumb. Look fuckwits, I had less than half as much as you did. Just because I choose something cheaper to drink than what you did doesn't make me a douche bag. It makes me simple. You do your drugs, and I'll do mine, and fuck you if you don't like that mine are cheaper. They do the trick just as well. Assholes.
At least I got to see my aunt Joyce, Uncle Scott, his fiancee's dad Ken, my uncle paul, and my cousin Stefan.
Fuck all of you, except my friends. Merry X-mas.