Oh my, Thanksgiving already. It seems like just yesterday it was Halloween.
I woke up this morning rather late, getting to messed up the night before was not the right idea at all. I woke up to the sounds of my mother yelling at my dad about somthing to do with corn. The only problem of living with your parents while attending college, is that your normally woken up far earlier than neccessary. And it's usually for no better a reason than 'corn', or somthing as as meaningless.
We headed out to my grandma's shortly after that. I absolutely love my grandmother, she is so amazing and so wise and everything I hope to be someday. BUT the rest of my dad's side is awful.
Everyone on my father's side is unbelievably obese, besides my grandma. I have nothing against obese people, but my obese family is the grossest people in the world. They eat and eat and eat and then just leave. No thank yous, no helping to clean up, nothing.
And they always give me so much crap. >_<
I know all family's do this. But really. It's ridiculous. Im the only child that didn't become a scholar, or a national champion cheerleader, or can play the guitar so well its ridiculous..
Im just the big alternative whore , whom noone understands.
My cousin Tom, lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods, with no running water and no heat with his amazingly large ugly woman...yet everyone loves them. Her especially, Tom really did win grandma's heart by bringing Rachel into the family. Everyone just fawns over her, at how 'amazingly nice and wonderful' she is. THEY LIVE IN A CABIN IN THE WOODS WITH NO RUNNING WATER. THEY ARE PRIMATIVE. >_< And either of them doesnt work, and they are just bleh..
It wouldnt bother me so much if everyone didn't give me so much junk about how terrible my boyfriend is. It's all I ever hear, is that Im with a loser...who hates me, probably cheats on me...blah blah. And then when I walk away my uncles always quickly whisper to my parents about how 'skinny' Im getting, and then the questions stream out about if Im on drugs, and then it turns into a matter of that I MUST be on drugs...
I just hate it. Hate it hate it. There is so much more to it all. But bleh.
I've just had an awful day.
I really hate Thanksgiving.
xx
I woke up this morning rather late, getting to messed up the night before was not the right idea at all. I woke up to the sounds of my mother yelling at my dad about somthing to do with corn. The only problem of living with your parents while attending college, is that your normally woken up far earlier than neccessary. And it's usually for no better a reason than 'corn', or somthing as as meaningless.
We headed out to my grandma's shortly after that. I absolutely love my grandmother, she is so amazing and so wise and everything I hope to be someday. BUT the rest of my dad's side is awful.
Everyone on my father's side is unbelievably obese, besides my grandma. I have nothing against obese people, but my obese family is the grossest people in the world. They eat and eat and eat and then just leave. No thank yous, no helping to clean up, nothing.
And they always give me so much crap. >_<
I know all family's do this. But really. It's ridiculous. Im the only child that didn't become a scholar, or a national champion cheerleader, or can play the guitar so well its ridiculous..
Im just the big alternative whore , whom noone understands.
My cousin Tom, lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods, with no running water and no heat with his amazingly large ugly woman...yet everyone loves them. Her especially, Tom really did win grandma's heart by bringing Rachel into the family. Everyone just fawns over her, at how 'amazingly nice and wonderful' she is. THEY LIVE IN A CABIN IN THE WOODS WITH NO RUNNING WATER. THEY ARE PRIMATIVE. >_< And either of them doesnt work, and they are just bleh..
It wouldnt bother me so much if everyone didn't give me so much junk about how terrible my boyfriend is. It's all I ever hear, is that Im with a loser...who hates me, probably cheats on me...blah blah. And then when I walk away my uncles always quickly whisper to my parents about how 'skinny' Im getting, and then the questions stream out about if Im on drugs, and then it turns into a matter of that I MUST be on drugs...
I just hate it. Hate it hate it. There is so much more to it all. But bleh.
I've just had an awful day.
I really hate Thanksgiving.
xx
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I am sorry to hear that hun <3 you are way too cute and cool for any external drama!