Christmas Horrors
Christmas started out good. I mean, really good. Sure I woke up with no voice, but it was CHRISTMAS, and there were GIFTS, and there was going to be SWEETS, I was so excited! And it was wonderful at first. I got some GREAT things, when I really didn't ask for anything... in fact, I'm pretty sure I told my mom and dad just to get me, like, a card, or something small, maybe a movie.
I got new hot HOT pink boots (which are sooooo awesome), Betty Boop socks(*Squeal*) a copy of the movie Up, and of course, the top gift of the day: a brand new iPOD.
Now, for the biggest let down of the day.
The iPOD is defective. The spot you plug your headphones in, is so small, that none of the headphones I have, not even the ones it CAME with, will fit in it. So I can't use it, not really. Which sucks beyond belief, cause as much as I love my current iPod, it's really worn out, and it's been through hell.
So that really sucked, and I was really bugged by it. But I thought, hey I'll just not tell them for now, and I'll tell them tomorrow or something, just let my parents chill for today.
My dad stressed about us getting out of the house, and to my grandma's by 1pm, cause that was the set time for us to be there.
Mom's sugar crashed, and she was sick.
Dad got pissed off. He was furious, and it really didn't help matters when my mom called to have my cousin just come pick ME and the gifts up(Note: I stood by her, waving my arms, and mouthing "NO!", but apparently that meant nothing.), and finally my mom had to call my cousin BACK, to tell her NOT to come get everything. So my dad, in a totally fit of rage, took all the gifts, and took them and dropped them off at my grandmother's, on his own.
When he came back, I had spent the full twenty minutes, squeezing the hell out of a poor, defenseless little octopus-toy my dad got me, and trying hard as hell not to snap at my mother with what little voice I have.
She spent the whole time, apologizing. "I'm sorry I didn't get you more," "I'm sorry we're not going to your Grandmother's," "I'm sorry about your iPOD,".
I love my mother to death, that I'll love her for the rest of my life. But when I'm stressed because of one of my dad's blow-ups, all I want to do is listen my music as loudly as I am, and block out the world long enough to gather myself together. But she wouldn't let me go, she wanted me to stay downstairs with her.
When dad came home, he was getting better. And mom was okay, and all I could think was, "PLEASE let me go upstairs, let me just curl up and disappear with my headphones on and something non-holiday related."
So for about.... ten minutes, I got to live under the impression that we were staying home.... Just long enough to turn them computer on, and get everything up to do a ShinoTen slideshow, a request, and all I could THINK was "Thank GOD I have something to concentrate on," and then....
"GET READY, WE'RE LEAVING."
.... Smeet.
So I left the computer and everything on, I changed into more appropriate clothes, grabbed my bag, and followed them out to the car. The car ride was okay. Mom had to fight with the stereo to get the CD player to work- which is always mildly amusing.
But then we got to the house. And of course, I'm still sick, from three days ago, when I was, as my uncle put's it "sick as a dog", so I look like shit. Not my fault my dad had been so stressful already. Not like I could avoid dad's screaming, and mom's screaming back. So sorry.
I have barely any voice, my head is pounding, all I can think of is coming home and curling up and sleeping for the rest of eternity, and the first thing my 'beloved' cousin says to me, is that when I talk, I sound like a man. Argh! Thanks a LOT Crystal, like I'm feeling self-conscious enough, let's point out one of the things that not only HURTS the most, but is also causing the most SOCIAL DISCOMFORT.
Then my mom got in a fight with Crystal's husband, which I can't blame her, I wanted to fight him... but the problem was, Crystal wanted me to stop my mom, but even if I could have talked, or gotten it into my raw throat to yell, I would have backed my mother up. And GOD did I want to, more than ANYTHING in the world.
Luckily though, we got HOME in one piece. And of course, the first thing I notice upon entering the house, is my kitty-cat, Pixie, all curled up in a box that we'd used yesterday to hold my dad's new bathrobe. He was fast asleep, and didn't even look at us, it was so cute. He'd been in the same spot before we left, too.
And last night, he spent the WHOLE night, laying on the paper, and crawling on top of the presents as we got them out to wrap. We have two cats, but he was the only one to cause so much trouble, which was cute at first, then annoying, then aggravating. I remember coming upstairs to clean off my bed, so I could get some sleep at some point, and I heard my mom talking to him.
"Pixie! I will KICK you if you don't get off the paper, but now matter how long you LAY there, I will not, under any circumstances WRAP you, or BOX you, so GET."
It was hilarious. And today, seeing all relaxed in that box, was just so sweet, and nice, it was really needed after the stressful day. As fare as I know, he still hasn't moved.
The whole iPod thing hasn't been resolved yet. The store it was bought from is closed. Buuuuuuut, in my mom's first attempt to call the store, she accidently called a porn number first! Her face was amazing! lmao! It was great. And then of course, I had to call the number and hear for myself. It was fricking smeetlarious!
So for the bads, we've found some good... still don't know if it was worth it, but I'm getting to be in a much better mood, at least. ^-^
I got new hot HOT pink boots (which are sooooo awesome), Betty Boop socks(*Squeal*) a copy of the movie Up, and of course, the top gift of the day: a brand new iPOD.
Now, for the biggest let down of the day.
The iPOD is defective. The spot you plug your headphones in, is so small, that none of the headphones I have, not even the ones it CAME with, will fit in it. So I can't use it, not really. Which sucks beyond belief, cause as much as I love my current iPod, it's really worn out, and it's been through hell.
So that really sucked, and I was really bugged by it. But I thought, hey I'll just not tell them for now, and I'll tell them tomorrow or something, just let my parents chill for today.
My dad stressed about us getting out of the house, and to my grandma's by 1pm, cause that was the set time for us to be there.
Mom's sugar crashed, and she was sick.
Dad got pissed off. He was furious, and it really didn't help matters when my mom called to have my cousin just come pick ME and the gifts up(Note: I stood by her, waving my arms, and mouthing "NO!", but apparently that meant nothing.), and finally my mom had to call my cousin BACK, to tell her NOT to come get everything. So my dad, in a totally fit of rage, took all the gifts, and took them and dropped them off at my grandmother's, on his own.
When he came back, I had spent the full twenty minutes, squeezing the hell out of a poor, defenseless little octopus-toy my dad got me, and trying hard as hell not to snap at my mother with what little voice I have.
She spent the whole time, apologizing. "I'm sorry I didn't get you more," "I'm sorry we're not going to your Grandmother's," "I'm sorry about your iPOD,".
I love my mother to death, that I'll love her for the rest of my life. But when I'm stressed because of one of my dad's blow-ups, all I want to do is listen my music as loudly as I am, and block out the world long enough to gather myself together. But she wouldn't let me go, she wanted me to stay downstairs with her.
When dad came home, he was getting better. And mom was okay, and all I could think was, "PLEASE let me go upstairs, let me just curl up and disappear with my headphones on and something non-holiday related."
So for about.... ten minutes, I got to live under the impression that we were staying home.... Just long enough to turn them computer on, and get everything up to do a ShinoTen slideshow, a request, and all I could THINK was "Thank GOD I have something to concentrate on," and then....
"GET READY, WE'RE LEAVING."
.... Smeet.
So I left the computer and everything on, I changed into more appropriate clothes, grabbed my bag, and followed them out to the car. The car ride was okay. Mom had to fight with the stereo to get the CD player to work- which is always mildly amusing.
But then we got to the house. And of course, I'm still sick, from three days ago, when I was, as my uncle put's it "sick as a dog", so I look like shit. Not my fault my dad had been so stressful already. Not like I could avoid dad's screaming, and mom's screaming back. So sorry.
I have barely any voice, my head is pounding, all I can think of is coming home and curling up and sleeping for the rest of eternity, and the first thing my 'beloved' cousin says to me, is that when I talk, I sound like a man. Argh! Thanks a LOT Crystal, like I'm feeling self-conscious enough, let's point out one of the things that not only HURTS the most, but is also causing the most SOCIAL DISCOMFORT.
Then my mom got in a fight with Crystal's husband, which I can't blame her, I wanted to fight him... but the problem was, Crystal wanted me to stop my mom, but even if I could have talked, or gotten it into my raw throat to yell, I would have backed my mother up. And GOD did I want to, more than ANYTHING in the world.
Luckily though, we got HOME in one piece. And of course, the first thing I notice upon entering the house, is my kitty-cat, Pixie, all curled up in a box that we'd used yesterday to hold my dad's new bathrobe. He was fast asleep, and didn't even look at us, it was so cute. He'd been in the same spot before we left, too.
And last night, he spent the WHOLE night, laying on the paper, and crawling on top of the presents as we got them out to wrap. We have two cats, but he was the only one to cause so much trouble, which was cute at first, then annoying, then aggravating. I remember coming upstairs to clean off my bed, so I could get some sleep at some point, and I heard my mom talking to him.
"Pixie! I will KICK you if you don't get off the paper, but now matter how long you LAY there, I will not, under any circumstances WRAP you, or BOX you, so GET."
It was hilarious. And today, seeing all relaxed in that box, was just so sweet, and nice, it was really needed after the stressful day. As fare as I know, he still hasn't moved.
The whole iPod thing hasn't been resolved yet. The store it was bought from is closed. Buuuuuuut, in my mom's first attempt to call the store, she accidently called a porn number first! Her face was amazing! lmao! It was great. And then of course, I had to call the number and hear for myself. It was fricking smeetlarious!
So for the bads, we've found some good... still don't know if it was worth it, but I'm getting to be in a much better mood, at least. ^-^