My mother has accused me of ruining Christmas again, but I am not worried because she says that every year. This time it is all about how ugly the frosting was. skinner_sandman and hoblik were here, and I thought she was joking but now she thinks it is "best" that I let her make the frosting. It is not my fault that the frosting turned out day-glo orange and swamp green. Fuck that.
I am becoming more and more certain that my brother has no redeeming qualities. Especially now around Christmas, he clearly has no humility or gratitude. He didn't get me anything and I ran around the mall all day looking for Tenacious D: The Complete Masterworks. Then when I told him how hard I had tried to find him a gift, he teased me and said that he spent all his money on five of his guy friends, and one thing for himself. So I asked how he was going to buy his girlfriend anything. He was shocked that mom wouldn't give him more money after he had pissed away the better part of her spending money. So I wound up spending the rest of my money (actually mine, too, not just money my parents doled out) on his girlfriend's stupid present, and I therefore know for a fact that he didn't get anything for me. He also didn't get anything for our mother, who woke up at 4 AM last Sunday morning to try and get the selfish pig a Wii. Then, after she came home and told him that she may or may not have obtained said Wii, he threw a very impressive fit. Now, I am no stranger to the ways of fit-throwing, but he was a little extreme. He demanded $300 if he doesn't get a Wii by Christmas morning. Then, after considering this, he decided that since dad made him do chores to earn the Wii, if he DOES get it on Christmas he should get the $300 anyway.
Then, tonight, when I asked my dad if we could get crab for Christmas dinner, the very same brother lectured me on how strapped we are for cash now. If that wasn't enough, he has also consistantly implied that I am lazy for going to college. Everytime he tells me about how things have been since I've been gone, he acts really stupid and points out that he's been doing all the chores since I left, like I should have lived at home his whole life so he wouldn't have to take out the fucking trash.
I just don't really like being back. All my friends and my roommates were psyched to go home, and I feel like, eh. It's cool to see my friends, but I don't feel like it would make a huge difference in most of their lives if they never saw me again. I feel like no one wants me here. Not that they don't want me. Just that they don't really care. It is not a good feeling. My brother is living the high life and has become the stereotypical obnoxious only child with easy, my friends are cool but I don't feel a really strong compulsion to spend time with them, and now Michael is dating some slag named Jenny or something.
I want to go to sleep.
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