The Last Supper
I am never celebrating Christmas again. I am not saying it is all bad; it isn't at all. I ate some awesome food and got some really great presents and even spent some nice quality time buliding snowmen and playing cribbage with my family but that is the last time I am participating in the whole debacle. My sister is crying right now and my dad freaked out at her earlier in his dramatic asshole fashion, shopping is retarded and the whole thing is just way too messy. There is too much pressure on everyone to be happy and people get upset that people don't call them etc etc and the whole thing is just retarded. I might be tempted to try and celebrate next year but this is my official reminder not to. It is like cutting yourself off from ex sex or something. It's not cause I hate it just always seems to end up messy and retarded.
Last boxing day I took this fridge box I had turned into a costume to Nathan and Ryan's house and I wore it the whole walk down their street. It was pretty funny but I don't think anyone at the house laughed. That night I got storm stayed there. I think it was one of those things where I half ass got storm stayed on purpose so we could finally kiss.
I really hope I can find something to do tonight or I am gonna lose it. I haven't socialized with anyone who is not my family for over a week and it is driving me absolutely batty.
Also I am turning comments back on cus Nihoa wants to hit on Amanda. |
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