So I spent literally all of my money on gifts for my family, and it was for nothing, really. My mom and Spice didn't come up from Georgia, because they had shit to do with my mom's new business.. because people are cold-hearted. I was fine with that, under the impression that they would come later on in the week. Nope, not until March. Needless to say I am upset and have been for what? 3 days now. Every time I talk to my mom I end up crying, i.e. today in Barnes and Noble. In theory, it isn't a big deal and blah blah blah it's only one Christmas; but this is my first year away from home and I've been forced out of comfort zone daily; so I guess I was waiting for one thing to bring back an ounce of normalacy, and that was a massive failure. My dad didn't call me back, and I wasn't surprised. To add on to it, James is on tour and we both have sketchy phones and schedules. And people have been complaining to me about how "lonely" they are because they are single... hah. I got a gift card for Christmas, from my distant aunt. And a scarf from my sister in California. Fuck my life, I'm returning everyone's shit and starting my sleeve. I got myself some gifts, however. A jacket, undies, a movie, a new bag, new shoes, 3 dresses, candles, books, yarn, makeup, the list goes on and on. It would be nice to not have to do everything by and for myself ALL THE TIME.
So this weekend and next week are so busy:
I'm going to Mindset's show tomorrow, I have an interview at GVR Concepts (whatever the hell that is) on Monday, Moving on the 30th, Going up to Philly on New Years, and driving my little sister all around Maryland until she leaves on Friday. I want to see some movies, I need help moving, and I want to hang out!
