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Well the last of the Christmas presents are officially wrapped and ready to be put under the tree so that when we all crawl out of bed on Monday morning we can go 'oooh. Who's making coffee?' Now that the kids are all grown and out of the house, Christmas has gotten very laid back. Except for me. I freaking love Christmas. I've been singing carols since about mid-November, much to the annoyance of, oh I don't know, everyone who has any day-to-day contact with me.
Tonight my little sister put together a fancy Christmas dinner for all of her friends from high school here at the parent's house. Let me rephrase that, the rents and I put together a fancy Christmas dinner for all of her friends. Somehow I found myself playing busboy and was running around pouring water, clearning plates, bringing more and more courses. Dad was in the kitchen cooking all day (and eating) and subsequently ended up heading to bed with a bottle of pepto cradled under his arm, while Mom cleaned every dish in the house, lit a thousand candles, generally played host for all 14 of my little sister's friends. She even let them crack a bottle of champagne for dinner, which kinda ticked me off, since I really wasnt' allowed to even drink -A- beer in the house until I was 23, and Krista's only 20, but anyways, no big deal. Mom, Dad, and I basically ended up running Krista's party for her, but I didn't mind. I'm glad she's got friends that she's still close with after all these years and that she can come home and have them all here for the holidays, and my parents knew them all by name and knew their families and things like that, and that was lovely, too. My parents don't know my friends, not really, because I've never really had any, and those that I did feel enough love for to bring to my home have long since disappered.
I love coming home, but there's really nothing for me here besides the family. In years past Elle and I would hang out over the holidays, before, during, and after the strange fiasco that was us dating. We'd watch movies and grab bites to eat and...other things of that nature, but now even that terribly awkward situation isn't an option. Guess I'm getting maudlin over the holiday's, but seeing my little sister so happy surrounded by her friends just made me sad. I don't connect to people much, and the people who -I- feel close to usually don't think of me unless I'm in the same room, and even then they're all scattered to the four winds. I don't think I miss just my friends. I miss friends in general.
A girl told me I have skin hunger.
Tonight my little sister put together a fancy Christmas dinner for all of her friends from high school here at the parent's house. Let me rephrase that, the rents and I put together a fancy Christmas dinner for all of her friends. Somehow I found myself playing busboy and was running around pouring water, clearning plates, bringing more and more courses. Dad was in the kitchen cooking all day (and eating) and subsequently ended up heading to bed with a bottle of pepto cradled under his arm, while Mom cleaned every dish in the house, lit a thousand candles, generally played host for all 14 of my little sister's friends. She even let them crack a bottle of champagne for dinner, which kinda ticked me off, since I really wasnt' allowed to even drink -A- beer in the house until I was 23, and Krista's only 20, but anyways, no big deal. Mom, Dad, and I basically ended up running Krista's party for her, but I didn't mind. I'm glad she's got friends that she's still close with after all these years and that she can come home and have them all here for the holidays, and my parents knew them all by name and knew their families and things like that, and that was lovely, too. My parents don't know my friends, not really, because I've never really had any, and those that I did feel enough love for to bring to my home have long since disappered.
I love coming home, but there's really nothing for me here besides the family. In years past Elle and I would hang out over the holidays, before, during, and after the strange fiasco that was us dating. We'd watch movies and grab bites to eat and...other things of that nature, but now even that terribly awkward situation isn't an option. Guess I'm getting maudlin over the holiday's, but seeing my little sister so happy surrounded by her friends just made me sad. I don't connect to people much, and the people who -I- feel close to usually don't think of me unless I'm in the same room, and even then they're all scattered to the four winds. I don't think I miss just my friends. I miss friends in general.
A girl told me I have skin hunger.