Ok, so I'll take advantage of my good attention and write two entries today. This one will explain the disasters that I have to go through every Christmas:
1. Can't tell my cousin about Santa Claus (he's 11 for God's Sake!! and he nows, but his mom is sucha a bitch and...I'll explain at the bottom of the list)
2. Had to get a stupid manicure and pedicure (my mom insists to do this before EVERY single Christmas)
3. Get decorations done without breaking anythings
4. Trying to tell people their secret friends without getting anyone angry
5. Try not to break anything made out of glass, plastic, or other objects that may put me at risk
6. Help my mom around to get things set *this is specially because she had the great idea of painting the house so we have to clean after everything.
The things is that my family is very very small, it only consists of my small family, which is my parents, my sister and me. Then, my dad has only his mother living and a sister. My mom has a sister and both of her parents. My mom's sister has a son. She's the bitch. I hate her with every cell of my body. She dislikes me too, she says I'm sucha mess and I have too many pimples and blah blah. After a few insults I ignore her. That's why I LOVE having that attention deficit thing, I love being able to ignore things that are annoying. She insists that I'm a bad mannered brat, but hey, guess what, you're a bitch so HA! I'm not spoiled dude, if I were I wouldn't be harming myself. She's such a dumb-ass. My whole family is hard to deal with, my dad's a racist (my sort-of-boyfriend is Korean, so guess that's pretty convenient, my sister is self-centered, my moms a neurotic, my cousin is spoiled brat, my grandfather has bad humor, the list goes on and on. I'm sick of my family and my bad luck. The only thing I can think of right now is that in a few more years (about 3 to be more exact) I'll be out of high school and capable of removing myself from this house and all its crazy visitors and crap. And also that my sort-of-boyfriend is there to help me out. In Chile, we call it "andando" which means walking in English, but its meaning is that we are not yet boyfriend and girlfriend but we like each other. He has told me he loves me though, but I can never return that, because I would be lying. Don't get me wrong, it's just that I can't love anyone, not after he left...Its as if he had stolen a piece of my heart and that piece has the keyhole to my love, but we can't find the piece nor the key. I think he has both. He must of have taken it and that'0s why he ran away and disappeared. Oh, g2g now, my mom needs help...Here comes goody-goody ISI-poo. ha ha ha *dry laugh*