A FORCED BAH HUMBUG

GOOD MORNING! and Merry Christmas for those of you who celebrate it.

It's Christmas and let me just say it does NOT feel like it. Not because of the stupid recession everyone is talking about or the lack of presents under the tree. It doesn't feel like Christmas to me because my grandfather is a manic depressant which means, for those of you who don't know, he gets extremely depressed during holidays especially Christmas... so he tries to bring down the world with him. My grandmother didn't even put up a tree... no one is cooking because we're going down to my mothers for dinner. UGH.

I honestly feel like I could have stayed on campus in my dorm for this and I probably would have had a tree! UGH. So it's raining instead of snowing and we have no decor, no tree, no scent of turkey and dressing... Is it wrong for me to want to get up and drive to my moms right now? It's like... 8:40 a.m. I'm sure they aren't sleep. Wait let me check...

HA! I just called my mother and they are all awake!!! YAYY!!! I'm about to go get ready and leave.

Last night my sister and I came home before heading out to the movies, we only planned on being home for about 15 minutes. Naturally that turned into about an hour. I parked the car right outside of the garage and my  grandfather (who can't see worth crap at night time) decided to go out and do something so he backs out of the garage, avoids my truck but hits a rock as he's leaving the driveway. About 30 minutes later when me and my sister are at the mall I get a phone call cursing and screaming at me because I parked my car outside the garage and he hit a rock because of me... Now wait a minute before you go saying, yea Victoria that kind of was your fault.

1) He's half blind and he can't see at night, why was he going out. He never goes out at night.
2) The car was parked there because I didn't plan on being there long and it was night time, he doesn't go out at night. 
3) He hit a rock because he decided that even though he saw my truck he would try to get around it knowing he cant see. When I was walking out the door 30 seconds after him. He could have waited and I would have moved the truck or he could have called my name and told me to move the truck. He doesn't hesitate to call me for anything else!

So I drop my sister off at her house and go back to my grandparents. When I open the door my grandmama senses my attitude and automatically goes into, "Just go in there and apologize, it's okay, just apologize." and I looked at her like EXCUSE ME? and I simply told her, "I'm not apologizing for sh*t. It is not my fault he hit the rock. If he would have hit my truck... yea that would have been my fault... but the rock... uh uh.. no buddy."

So I go up to my room and stay there until 9:45 when I left for choir practice because we had Midnight Mass last night. I was so happy at church! I had a wonderful time, the choir... we were amazing. The saxophonist was moving, we had drums, a flutist, organ and baby grand, bass guitar and acoustic. It was amazing!

When I got home my grandfather was being an ass again (excuse my language). So I went to my room and went to bed.

So... as I told you earlier I'm about to go to my mothers house which is playing Christmas tunes, has a tree, lots of decorations EVERYWHERE and just happiness.

Merry Christmas Everyone... Hopefully my Forced Bah Humbug will go away when I get to my moms...

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