Lots Of Text This Time.
I guess a Christmas update is in order. I received a piece of shit iPod that doesn't seem to understand the meaning of PLAY from ehem Santa. An exchange is in order. My stepmother wanted us to know what Christmas smelled like and had my dad do all the cooking. He sure makes a mean honey glazed ham! Got hoodies, random clothing, thinks I really have no use for, and money from my aunt and uncle who never actually buy anything for me since don't really seem to understand me nor do they have a desire to and who'd rather spend their time buying video games and cameras for my sister and encouraging her to become anything she wants to be in life. I'm hoping to God for a camera on my birthday (January 28)! My stepmom was raving a couple months ago that she would get me one but we'll see about that. She told me that she was going to give me a blow out for my 16th then proceeded to give me the details of this so-called blowout. She was going to invite all those family friends of ours (who basically consists of about 10 people with quiet kids who enjoy sitting around eating peanuts and playing mahjong) and about 8 friends of my choice. Yeah, what a blowout. I said maybe. I'll think of something later.
I was hoping to do something productive during this break, but all I've done was play tetris DS, animal crossing, Solitaire on my lagging iPod, and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and 10 Things I Hate About You in HD. I swear I'll get to studying. The most depressing thing on my mind is my grade in Math Analysis. I will never be able to get any higher than a C in that class. It's the most frustrating thing in the world. That will be number one on my new years resolution. I've been reading Running with Scissors and it's gloriously disturbing, but in a good way I guess. I'm more than half way and I can only imagine what the movie must have been like. (I didn't get to see is since it wasn't playing in many theatres, esp. the ones that are easy to sneak into ;D.) No Spoilers please. Okay, I'm done, nothing too eventful as you can see.
I made these little cardboard glittery stars for my little brotherwho just learned how to say the word "STAR" except he says
it like "TARST" but that's close enough. He goes crazy every-time we go into my sister's room since she has glow-in-the-
dark stars all over her ceiling, so I made him some for the wall byhis crib. They're pretty cheap, but he doesn't seem to care.