Christmas morn...was actually good. My two younger brothers came rapping on my door at 7a.m., trying to pry me from my warm nest, only to fail again. I slept half heartidly until about ten thirty when I dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs. Cody and Logan had broken tradition and opened their gifts, whatever, tradition sucks. I asked Cody what he got, he answered (with little enthusiasm) board games and some DVDs. Poor dude, I smiled, that meant that maybe this year mom and senior had thought about us older kids. I went to the kitchen where I got some coffee and mom made me sit down with nick and open gifts. I hate opening gifts in front of people. I feel like their judging me for the reaction they want. That's why I always start with gifts from people who aren't there or in the room. My aunt got me a Hannah Montana t-shirt which I was ecstatic about, and it actually fit, so I wore it. I received some garnet jewelry, like I do every year, a new purse, and other odds and ends which I can't remember. Ha ha. From my step father I received a sword, which my mom didn't approve of but he laughed and was glad that I liked, no, loved it. From there I helped with baking and made some homemade chocolates with Logan. My mom said that it was good to hear us laughing together. Really I was making fun of Logans version of Santa. We baked til' there was nothing left to do. Then we cleaned and such. I was still disappointed that we didn't have a big breakfast like we normally do. Tradition sucks anyways. We had a big turkey dinner that was delish, of coarse. Cookies, fudge, pie...typical Christmas things. But that night when I went to bed, thanking whomever for a good Christmas, I was extremely lonely and needed someone to talk to. I texted people, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything Christmas related. Really, I was craving a convo with someone like Shannon or Taylor. Somebody I loved who could tell me how great their Christmas was. Nathan would have to do, especially since I can't talk to Jeffy without him hitting on me, or Kristen without her getting hostile on me, I thought about calling John. Somebody I could truly call at anytime of the night for a laugh and reminisce our childhood, then make a promise to get together, then never do. I didn't; I miss him though. I'll have to call and wish him a happy 2009 new year. Which is also right around the corner. Good thing I bought some new DVDs to watch at my dads. Time for me to find an imaginary friend to talk to. Alaina came to sleep with me last night. She must have known that the wind scared me and I hated being alone with such noise.
Alone...
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