It makes sense that my last Christmas before leaving to college is the worst one yet. Having to see the people I hate most in the world while being constantly questioned about how much cable tv costs in broken English by my grandfather is a really great treat. The kicker is that everyone asks me why i'm going so far away for school, and the only response I feel would be appropriate is "Wait, let me get a mirror and then you'll have an answer."
lucky for me I get to do the whole thing over again on New Year's Eve, but not before I spend tomorow at a Catholic mass all ****ing day. I hate this ****ing house and everyone in it, with the singular exception of my grandmother, who at 75 yrs old has enough sense in her skull to realize that everyone around us is basically retarded.
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