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I HATE CHRISTMAS!

I think Santa clause is the devil. Every year, come december, there are these little tunes playing everywhere I go. On the news, somebody's always getting trampled. In the street, nobody is going everywhere. In school, everybody is always talking about what they want to get.

Number of times I've heard Christ mentioned during Christmas in my life: 12

TWELVE. We're celebrating the birth of Jesus, not capitalism. The dollar wasn't invented on the 25th, so why celebrate by spending it? What happened to peace on earth and good will to men?

This year I was quite excited for Christmas. Here's why: The family gets together and decides "Hey, Christmas sucks! Let's not celebrate it this year, because we're all too busy to go buy gifts." I say "Hooray!" Family says "And let's all give donations to charity as gifts for family and friends!" And to this I reply "AWESOME!"

Sounds great, huh? Guess what family says yesterday: "Let's get a big screen TV!"

My responce "HELL NO!" The big screen TV is obviously going downstairs, DIRECTLY under my room. Big screen = more like a theatre screen. More like a theatre screen = people want the full movie experience. People want the full movie experience = Popcorn fumes slide up into my room, tormenting my poor dieting belly, and it also = a stereo which jiggles every part of my body. Jiggling stereo + movie night = "I WANT TO GET TO SLEEP!". Shouting at family = No sleep forever.

I was also told I might get a small present for Christmas. Small means not so small, probably. If small does equal small, I might be offended. If it's small and thoughtful, I'll love it; those are the best gifts. If it isn't small, then what the hell happened to not doing christmas?

I, personally, for quite a while, have been earning money with chores around the house, and every time I want to go buy something, there's a hurricane or an earthquake. Either God hates me, or Red Cross has a plot to take all my money.

Oh, let's not forget Christmas break. Everybody leaves to see family on Christmas break. That leaves me very, very alone, during the two most dismal, depressing weeks of the year. I haven't made one of those cheery yuletide suicide attempts yet, but this might be the year.

Oh, and if any of you meet Santa, slap him in the face and tell him this. "That was for turning Christmas into a day of Greed, Lust, and Envy you fat b*****d!" Then slap him again. "That was for not getting me a new bike!"

Well, Santa in that sense I disagree with.

I've thought of Santa more like the existance of people who truly are good, and would do things just to see people smile, just to make people happy.

The material aspect of Santa is just because most westernism has developed so that material gains are valued much more than anything else. Emotions and such are not held in as much value. A true Santa would do things for emotional, not material benefits, it my opinion.

I generally try to avoid the Christmas discussion because my mother was raised up in a very conservative church where Christmas is in December and my dad was raised in a sort of liberal church but mostly conservative. It was also a thing of that he lived in colonial Rhodesia where the priests often came out on Saturday as they were often too far away from church and etc. And somehow he's convinced Christmas is actually in September. So yeah. It's not a cozy topic 3nodding

That's bullshit. Koi. Can't you find someplace cheaper to live? 700$/month is pretty expensive as it is. 1000$/month is ridiculous.

I'm starting to get VERY sick of my father. To address this, it would be mportant to first outline my family life.

My mother is a manipulative person, by nature. She bends everybody she meets to her will. She's so good, she has, on more than one occasion, fooled experienced psychiatrists. She's currently manipulating my brother, and there isn't a thing in the world I can do about it.

My father, having escaped my mother through divorce 13 years ago, is the exact opposite of her. He's an honest person, who wants to help. However, the only way he knows how is to critisize the s**t out of me. It's practically all he ever does. I think he's smart enough to know that I keep the majority of what I do a secret from him, so it boggles me why he insists on insulting me every time he sees me (not that often). Example: I walk past the TV, and he says "what a loser". I turn to him, and he says: "Sorry, that's what goes through my mind every time I see you".

I understand that he's trying to get me to be more motivated, but he is only succeeding in severing friendly contact with me once I move to Waterloo in a year.

FRUSTRATING.

I'm just generaly pissed at my male step parent for being an a*****e.

Month by month, Sam, why ask?

You know, I've just discovered something. Human stupidity makes my eyes twitch in anger.

Example, my sister blowing $1,500 on furniture. Remember, this is in a family that barely makes $30-20K a year, that buys furniture even most rich families can't really afford.

And considering that my sister recently bitched at the guy to get the couchbed fixed, only to say that it CANNOT BE USED ANYMORE, I would get angry as s**t, and only further flames the anger I hold for my families unbelievable stupidity, and incredibly obsurd spending habits. >.>;;

Okay. jeremy asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I said that I wanted my wedding dress, because it was the only thing I really wanted. I'd gone to try it on, and every time I left, I was terrified that someone else would buy it, and when I came in to actually get it, that it wouldn't be available anymore.

Well, he bought it. And the jewlry, veil, blusher, tiara, bra, and slip that went with it.

Came out to exactly $1,043.00.

I called my mom because I was so excited. She said that that was the stupidest thing we could have possibly done. "You could have gotten all the other stuff someplace else for cheaper...like gone to Victoria's Secret for the bra. Well, I'd already looked there, and the stupid thing would have been $100.00, as opposed to the $80.00 we paid at the bridal shop. The jewlrey was only $20.00, would have cost at least $40.00 anyplace else. The only big things were my tiara: $200.00, and the dress itself: $600.00. Neither of which would I EVER be able to find anywhere else.

Plus, I managed to get $50.00 off the dress, 10% off all the accessories, and coupons for my bridesmaids to get $20.00 off of their dresses.

She still insists that it was a moronic thing to do, and that she would have been able to find it all cheaper, and that I just didn't try hard enough.

This happens EVERY TIME I TALK TO HER ABOUT ANYTHING. All I ever hear is: "Well, that was dumb; when are you ever going to use common sense." No decision I've ever made was good enough for her. What's more, she brings up how stupid she thinks I am EVERY TIME WE TALK. It makes me not want to talk to her ever again.

Sure mom, call me stupid. As I recall, I'm not the one who got knocked up at 18.

Okay, now I'm done. I promise.