long and boring.
Okay, so, finally updating again. So, Christmas came and went. It was good. But, honestly, the week leading up to it was a lot better than Christmas itself. I worked 9-5 at the library everyday but it was so fun. All I did was read and talk to the funny ladies who work there (who, as it happens, love me to death). I don't know what it is but there's something about me that endears me to middle-aged women. I've heard all of their like personal stories. How they're not close with their siblings, how their children are ungrateful disappointments, how they hate Newark, how they hate their job, etc. I just love talking to them for some reason. I just feel like deeply sad for all of them. Despite the fact that I liked my week there, there's something about the library that just slowly eats away at your soul. It's so bland and lifeless. Plus, I think they hate all the student workers and think we're spoiled little cumfaces, so I think they're taken aback when one of us takes an interest in them.
Christmas though, was here at my apartment. My mother, my sister and her boyfriend came over here on Christmas Eve and we did our thing. It was nice. Although, it kind of just makes me sad. All the stuff. It's just ridiculous, like I didn't need any of it--- not that I'm sad that I got it (my mother and my sister got me some really nice stuff) it's just depressing that we have so much when others have so little. Well, not to sound hypocritical, but I think I got my sister like the best gift ever. She's just getting into like girly things like dressing up and stuff so I bought her a pair of Steve Madden pumps that when she tried on she started like making all these weird oooh-ing noises. And my mother got my the DVDs of season 2 of "Popular". Ahhh, such a good show. Hilarious to the max.
On Christmas day, I went to my dads. I like go all early because my sister when to hear my dad preach that morning and was all, "You have to be there as soon as we get back!" So then I get there and my sister had gone home to get her presents because she forgot to bring them and my dad was asleep. So I like made small talk with Vicki and the boys for like 3 hours before my dad got up. After that it wasn't bad though. Considering how most of our holiday things are at his house. It's just like Vicki's family who I not only have little to nothing to say to but I have a hard time standing. Her mother is such a bitch. Mum-Mum. God damn, I hate that fat whore. When she would call the house and I would answer, she would always ask right away, without saying hello or anything, "Were you on the phone?" insinuating that I was on the phone and not answering the call waiting. Like, what? Who does that? Seriously. I think she has a surprising amount of gall to be as rude as she is to me & Val--- the children of the man who saved her youngest daughter from virtual destitution. Anyway, I got my dad a Jesus action figure in hopes of both scandalizing and appeasing him at once. He was hardly upset. In fact, he seemed to like it more than even I did which is yet another clue that leads me to believe that his faith, as we shall call it, is hardly as sincere as he would have me or anyone else believe.
After that I can't remember doing anything substantial... I've sat around my apartment a lot and had my friends over quite a bit. Whatever, this was a dumb entry. I hate ones where people just say what happened to them. Then again, I hate overly personal ones, too. LJ is for dumb surveys that tell you what kind of a kisser you are or what "Fraggle Rock" character you're most like.
Christmas though, was here at my apartment. My mother, my sister and her boyfriend came over here on Christmas Eve and we did our thing. It was nice. Although, it kind of just makes me sad. All the stuff. It's just ridiculous, like I didn't need any of it--- not that I'm sad that I got it (my mother and my sister got me some really nice stuff) it's just depressing that we have so much when others have so little. Well, not to sound hypocritical, but I think I got my sister like the best gift ever. She's just getting into like girly things like dressing up and stuff so I bought her a pair of Steve Madden pumps that when she tried on she started like making all these weird oooh-ing noises. And my mother got my the DVDs of season 2 of "Popular". Ahhh, such a good show. Hilarious to the max.
On Christmas day, I went to my dads. I like go all early because my sister when to hear my dad preach that morning and was all, "You have to be there as soon as we get back!" So then I get there and my sister had gone home to get her presents because she forgot to bring them and my dad was asleep. So I like made small talk with Vicki and the boys for like 3 hours before my dad got up. After that it wasn't bad though. Considering how most of our holiday things are at his house. It's just like Vicki's family who I not only have little to nothing to say to but I have a hard time standing. Her mother is such a bitch. Mum-Mum. God damn, I hate that fat whore. When she would call the house and I would answer, she would always ask right away, without saying hello or anything, "Were you on the phone?" insinuating that I was on the phone and not answering the call waiting. Like, what? Who does that? Seriously. I think she has a surprising amount of gall to be as rude as she is to me & Val--- the children of the man who saved her youngest daughter from virtual destitution. Anyway, I got my dad a Jesus action figure in hopes of both scandalizing and appeasing him at once. He was hardly upset. In fact, he seemed to like it more than even I did which is yet another clue that leads me to believe that his faith, as we shall call it, is hardly as sincere as he would have me or anyone else believe.
After that I can't remember doing anything substantial... I've sat around my apartment a lot and had my friends over quite a bit. Whatever, this was a dumb entry. I hate ones where people just say what happened to them. Then again, I hate overly personal ones, too. LJ is for dumb surveys that tell you what kind of a kisser you are or what "Fraggle Rock" character you're most like.