Oh! I forgot to mention I got another killer package from Alexa! Collages, magazine inserts, a dress! Very exciting. What's up with all you lame-os who I've written and you haven't written me back? Boo.
On Anti-Christmas Eve, we went to this thing called "Light Up UCF" (that's University of Central Florida). They kept telling us it would be this cool carnival or something. But when we got there, it was immediately apparent that we had been duped. It was patently and purely for kidz only. There was a small ferris wheel, a carousel, a tiny ice slide, cookie decorating, and a choo-choo train. Oh, and of course ice skating, an activity I refuse to participate in on account of I would IMMEDIATELY bodily injure myself. So I was just sitting out in the hot freaking sun. And then I noticed the hives.
Yes, Virginia, there IS an Anti-Claus. He comes and fills your stocking with allergic reactions, and everyone hates him!
So most of the rest of the day was spent dealing with the hives. They wouldn't take me to the hospital until 8 o'clock. Of course, the person driving me had to first stop and get cigarettes. Of fucking course.
At the emergency room, I heard a woman tell her six-year-old to shut the fuck up!
The doctors gave me benadryl and steroids, with instructions to take more. Blah blah blah, whatever. I am itchy.
And today, finally, Anti-Christmas. It started in typical Anti-Christmas fashion, being woken up to pee. Like ten times. So much pee. It's the steroids. Of course it's like 70 degrees outside. Then my mom called and said for me to get on skype to open presents. I had to get a ride over to my house. And then when I got there, first of all, they couldn't figure out how to skype. And then they refused to find the presents I bought and sent them out from under the tree. They just wanted me to sit there and open presents while they watched and... fuck that? That is depressing. No one can make a tiny little fucking adjustment for me, stuck here in utter hell all by myself? No no no.
I so completely don't need to be here. We do nothing all damn day. I am getting totally nothing out of this, no matter how much I participate, no matter how hard I try. Get me the fucking hell out of here, PLEASE.
Everyone else (btw, when I say "everyone else" that includes like 4 people. Pretty much everyone gets to be with their family but me) went to a highly retarded movie ("Little Fockers". THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH, PEOPLE!). So I went back to my house and actually did manage to skype with my family. We opened up some presents. The thing I sent my mom didn't show up yet, which seriously pissed me off. I got some nice things, like new Minnetonkas is a pretty blue-gray color, an ipod shuffle, a pillowcase embroidered by my sister, cool stationery, and money to get myself a bike here. I asked my mom to get me a stuffed animal (it is very weird not to have anyone or anything to hug or touch) and for some reason she sent me some old ones of my sisters? She also managed to get me the hugest underpants of all time. Whoa, I may be fat, but I'm not THAT fat. But all together, it wasn't bad, considering that this IS Anti-Christmas and all.
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