Well, I'm bored, so I'll use this topic to type about my Christmas Eve. Before I begin, let me state that I don't like my family and that Christmas isn't as magical ever since I learned that Santa Clause doesn't exist.
Woke up, and it felt like a normal day. In past Christmas Eves, I was always excited because it was the day before Chistmas, relatives were coming over, there'd be a party, and I could open one of my gifts early. Also, it was the one time my entire family could be happy in another year that's otherwise plauged with family problems and bad report cards.
One highlight of the day is that I beat the Spongebob Squarepants Movie game, collecting all of the Goofy Goober tokens. I started up a new game, because I like to play each game at least five times. After playing for another two hours, I went on the computer and hung out until it was time to leave.
At this time, my dad comes up to me. I'm reading something from another message board, and he was looking at it over my shoulder. Now, this was bothering me, as it would anyone else. That asshole likes to piss me off for fun, like asking me if I did my homeowork and calling me a liar when I say yes, and this. I ask him what he's doing, he says "Nothing". I keep reading, hoping he'll leave. He doesn't. Then I outright tell him to go away. He says no. Then I say the same thing, only nastier. Now, he's bipolar, not to mention loud, foul-mouthed, and sometimes violent when angry. He's also a big baby. He punches me hard in the shoulder and tells me to watch the way I talk to him. Asshole...
So, we get in the car to leave. We're going to some resturant, and we're all pretty much bitter as hell. My dad's angry at me and my mom, my mom's angry at dad, and thus angry at all of us because she always finds something to rag on us about when she's annoyed, and I'm bitter at my whole family. Doesn't help when my dad says he wants to choke me for mumbling under my breath after a comment of his. All this after that one incident where my parents had a fight so bad, my sister and I were scared to death that we'd get into an accident. Then, my older sister, who has a mental disability, begins singing a Christmas song from a CD she ws listening to. Somehow, this lifted the bitterness from us. I began to feel a little happier, that there was something still some good in this family after all. Then we arrived at the resturant.
As I said earlier, my uncle (a good person, God rest his soul) passed away recently, so that's why we weren't having a traditional Chistmas party at my house. We were all stuck at the resturant. We met up with my auts, cousins, etc. And we ate. I ate a lot, enough to give me a stomach ache. That's a sign that you're well-fed. However, certain family members ruined it for me. Like my little sister, a complete spaz with an extremely short attention span. She kept going from one place of the table to another, walking to this fountain and back, and changing subjects on the fly. And I could have sorn I saw her drinking out of the fountain.
We stayed there for a few hourse. It was torture, believe me. When we were done eating, me, my two sisters, and my dad wanted to go home. My dad offered to take us home, and either pick my mom up or let her drive home with my other relatives, but my mom, in one of her stubborn dominative and single-minded moods, told us to wait and not be selfish, despite the fact that she was making us all wait so that she can have some unimportant chat.
Then there was an uneventful ride home. When we got home, I went straight here. Normally, I would be looking foward to the early Christmas present I get every year, but it didn't seem like I would be getting it since my mom was in a bad mood. The only reason she eventually did give me my present is because my little spaz sister wouldn't stop bugging her about it. So she gave me Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. Didn't even wrap it this year. Ah well.
So, it was the lamest Christmas Eve ever. I probably made my family sound worse than they are, but I needed to get all that out of my system. either way, the magic and love don't seem to be there anymore. I should be in bed, looking foward to unwrapping gifts on Christmas Day. But I'm here, and all I'm really looking foward to is watching the next Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episode. God, I hate my family. Sure, I have a big house, enough money, and get lots of expensive stuff for the holidays, but you know what? I'd probably trade all that in for a family that actually loved each other.
In conclusion, this was just a rant. Feel bad for me and I will hurt you.