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Holidays suck. You know that? They suck. Especially this year's. This year, my uncle died two days after Thanksgiving. (Just one reason Thanksgiving is the unluckiest holiday of them all. And there are plenty more reasons, let me assure you.) Then, this Christmas nobody was in the mood to celebrate. My family hosted the Christmas Eve party this year, and all it really consisted of was my other uncle and his friends (whom I have never met) scarfing down all the food, my mom yelling at me constantly and then passing out and opening the presents very fast so my grandma can get home. No Christmas music, no Christmas games, or stories. "Merry Christmas" wasn't even said. Can you feel the Christmas spirit? No? Well neither could I.
Then of course, there was Christmas Day. Oh what joy. After waking up at four in the morning, so I could wake my mom up to tell her to put presents under the tree, I actually got some sleep, only to have to wake up two hours later and endure the false cheerfulness of my family as we opened our gifts (which were dumped unceremoniously in front of the tree before mom fell back asleep on the couch). Then we went to my aunt's for dinner. And my cousin Christina and I were yelled at and forced to be waitresses and dishwashers. My aunt was yelling at everyone: to keep out of the kitchen, to sit your butt down and eat, to stop talking and clean, no you can't have mayo, this is not a sandwhich type dinner... and so on. Not that I blame her. She had just lost her husband a month ago, and having Christmas without had to be hard. Still, another reason why this Christmas sucked. Of course, its tradition for me to spend the night there, so I can hang out with their family on my uncle's side, and I was really looking forward to hanging out with Danny and Heather. But my mom didn't want me to spend the night, because she doesn't like them. I hate it how she lets her own personal dislikes rule my life. It ticks me off.
Well, tomorrow is New Years Eve. And, though my dad is having the anual New Years Party (which I love) I can't attend. Instead I am being shipped to my aunts where most likely me and my cousin will watch the twilight zone marathon until we fall asleep. Woot. Of course, my mom didn't tell me why exactly I couldn't stay for the party, even though I do every year. I think its just because she has to work and she won't be there and she's evil. When I told her that even my older sister Salena wanted me there (which she never does) she said she probably just wanted me there to work, and besides, I was her "pal" and not Salena's. I asked her if she was in competition between her and my sister. She yelled at me. Happy Holidays everyone.
Then of course, there was Christmas Day. Oh what joy. After waking up at four in the morning, so I could wake my mom up to tell her to put presents under the tree, I actually got some sleep, only to have to wake up two hours later and endure the false cheerfulness of my family as we opened our gifts (which were dumped unceremoniously in front of the tree before mom fell back asleep on the couch). Then we went to my aunt's for dinner. And my cousin Christina and I were yelled at and forced to be waitresses and dishwashers. My aunt was yelling at everyone: to keep out of the kitchen, to sit your butt down and eat, to stop talking and clean, no you can't have mayo, this is not a sandwhich type dinner... and so on. Not that I blame her. She had just lost her husband a month ago, and having Christmas without had to be hard. Still, another reason why this Christmas sucked. Of course, its tradition for me to spend the night there, so I can hang out with their family on my uncle's side, and I was really looking forward to hanging out with Danny and Heather. But my mom didn't want me to spend the night, because she doesn't like them. I hate it how she lets her own personal dislikes rule my life. It ticks me off.
Well, tomorrow is New Years Eve. And, though my dad is having the anual New Years Party (which I love) I can't attend. Instead I am being shipped to my aunts where most likely me and my cousin will watch the twilight zone marathon until we fall asleep. Woot. Of course, my mom didn't tell me why exactly I couldn't stay for the party, even though I do every year. I think its just because she has to work and she won't be there and she's evil. When I told her that even my older sister Salena wanted me there (which she never does) she said she probably just wanted me there to work, and besides, I was her "pal" and not Salena's. I asked her if she was in competition between her and my sister. She yelled at me. Happy Holidays everyone.
