The Joy of Holidays at my House.

I hate the holidays. I love them, but I also hate them. There's too much work that has to go in them. Sometimes you're doing it alone and sometimes you're thrown in a room feet first with a room full of people that you can only stand in small intervals. THAT is my family. It would be way easier if I had a boyfriend that liked the holidays, or had friends that actually didn't spend time with their own families and came to my house instead. When I was younger my best friend and I had made a pact that when we're older and married with children, we'd always rotate holidays at our houses. This is a dream that I still look forward to. Until than? I'm stuck listening to stupid football(that I hate) on the TV, the ghost of my brother that should be in the bedroom playing video games, the awkward feeling towards my sister(that I seriously want to punch in the face) and of course my crazy mother and her mom fighting non-stop about the stupidest things. Actually? Now that I think about it, its them fighting that usually brings my sister and I together on the holidays. There's always something that happens though, some stupid arguement. Someone getting mad. Someone leaving earlier than expected or someone not showing up at all.

I just want things to be different.