Well Well Well

I guess my poor soul ain’t worth a damn.

Well, I can’t really say that. My mom is currently working her butt off to wrap presents, she doesn’t want any help, even though I said I’d help. My eldest brother is listening to rap blaring in my room (aka living room, and I hate rap.) and the only fun I’ve had to far is going out with my other brother for a half hour doing doughnuts in the parking lots around us, in the street, and in an open field. We ruined some damn good daisies and weeds, but it was awesome!

Mom says that we’ll open gifts around 5pm. It’s not a problem for me, I’ve had to wait before. I just wish that my eldest brother wouldn’t blare his rap so loud.

Last night was one of a dousey (or however you spell that word). To make a long story short, I couldn’t sleep, not because of christmas, but because I think someone laced my tea with something, because I couldn’t fall asleep and I was in a cold sweat with all these images of death and dying, decapitation, heads on pipes like in the French Revolution. Oh my god time went by so slow. I’m just glad I’m better now.

If i find out someone did lace my drink, I’m gunna start walking to the gas station myself to get a tea. I can’t even have some frickin’ tea without getting it laced??? Oh god, what has this world come to? Anyways,  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Feliz Navidad, all that good stuff. Can’t wait until 2013!!~ 🙂 🙂 🙂

PS: By god it’s Justin Beaver now.. (I know it’s beiber..) my god I hate him now.