Hey, guys.
So. Christmas Day. The big birthday. That's just fantastic.
Hope everyone is having a merry day. I am an emotional blob. Dad is getting on my nerves, Mom is in a baking frenzy, and my sister is being.....my sister. UGH!!!! I just wish this Christmas was all that I wanted it to be. Not that it was bad on any terms. I'm home. Out of prison. Able to eat. Able to breath. I had so many plans for my first Christmas home. And they were almost all shot down. Not by anyone in particular, but.....I was gonna make a really cool gingerbread farm. With cows, and pigs. And a haystack. I was gonna decorate everything. Hang mistletoe. bake a bunch of stuff. Have my sister stay over Christmas Eve, and we would wake up on Christmas morning and open gifts and take pictures. I bought special pajamas. We were gonna make french toast.
Ruined. All of it.
I'm a being a snively brat. But.....it was gonna be fun.
Now it's over. I'm in my room, listening to my iPod on my new iHome. I should be happy. Relishing in my new gifts. Drinking hot chocolate. Reading my new books. Checking out what I can buy on Amazon with my gift card. Plotting what I can buy with my $100.00 check from my grandpa. But no. I'm in here pouring my heart out while my dad is driving my sister home, and my mom is God-knows-where doing God-knows-what.
Merry. Effing. Christmas.
