I usually love being home for break.
Christmas is always my favorite time of year.
Not so much this year.
Maybe I'm just cranky because there hasn't been any snow yet. I mean, what's a Christmas without snow? Weird, that's what! I don't like it one bit! I'm still holding out for a surprise snowstorm or something.
But I think it's more than that.
It's just depressing to be around the house this year.
Everyone is super cranky and/or sad and/or stressed. Name a negative emotion and it's probably hanging over my house. This is, of course, super frustrating when you're the only one with the Christmas spirit (and believe me, there isn't much left). I decorated the whole tree, 90% of the house, have made most of the cookies so far, and will probably have to make the rest on my own as well, and have wrapped all of the presents that aren't my own and will not be surprised if I have to wrap some of mine (and not peek) as well.
My mom and my brother fight like... every day.
He's always cranky anyway, it's like a chronic condition I swear.
Dad was super depressing the last two days (thank God he seems to be better now).
Tonight I finally had to escape upstairs to get away from it all.
Hopefully they won't find me or come looking for me until I have to go out with my friends who are all (FINALLY) home.
Those in the house will be lucky if I don't bite someone's head off in the next few days.
They are all seriously killing my Christmas buzz. Huge bummer.
I hate it when you're trying so hard to be in a good mood, but everyone else just has to bring you down. It's so tempting to go back to school early at this point. I don't know what I'm going to do after I graduate.
I sincerely hope that my brother moves out before I move in or I don't know if I can do it.
Someone give me some happy pills or something, I'm going to start putting them in everyone's food when they're not looking.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
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I can totally relate. Luckily, my mom tends to be pretty positive, so we have each other. But I remember how hard it was when I'd come home from college and my brother was being a jerk and he'd make my mom cry and my dad would just be angry all the time and it totally sucked. When you come home for spring break, I'll have my place in the city and you can stay with me anytime. And I'll be gone for almost 2 months this summer, so maybe you could crash at my place then.
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