14 and Counting...

I don't think I have ever expressed to any of you my complete and utter HATE, LOATHE, and DETESTATION for the holiday known to us as New Years. It is my least favorite holiday EVER!! Even counting the who cares holidays like, Labor Day and stuff like that. I have never had a good New Years Eve in my ENTIRE LIFE. Never. Not one. Either I wind up sitting home with my mom and she makes me watch some movie with her that puts me to sleep at eleven thirty or I get dragged to some awful party with my parents friends and there are absolutely no kids there and I am bored out of my mind.

Last year I came so close to having a good New Years, but then all of my hopes were dashed away and I ended up having the WORST one of my entire life. New Years Eve was the day of the Dickens Festival, so I spent almost the entire day dancing and laughing with my friends and stuff, but then I had to go to my Aunt Diane's wedding (in her 50s, divorced, marrying her high school sweetheart who she got back together with after her divorce in the living room of their new house with an audience of 18 by a female minister named "Beloved"). And I was forced to go with my mom and her BOYFRIEND Philip (who I prefer to call Phippy) who I don't like at all. I am an extremely picky eater and there wasn't ANYTHING that I would remotely consider eating there so I ate nothing the entire night (with the exception of, like, 8 brownies at dessert) even though I had eaten very little the entire day anyway. And it didn't exactly help that Phippy, who LOVES to eat (even though he's diabetic and has, like, bladder cancer or something like that which he does nothing whatsoever to treat) was waving lamb chops in front of my face all night trying to convince me to eat them because he doesn't understand why I am so picky even though when he would wave the lamb chop in from of my face all I could see was the little lamb going "Bah! Bah!" and I just like, shook my head and ran away. In addition to this, like an hour after Dickens ended I developed a horrible sinus cold so I was sick the entire night and I had to spend the evening with my two dumb as post step cousins. Funny story. They're 16 year old twin sons of my Aunt Diane's new husband so she wanted to make them part of wedding service. Mike (one twin) said the Our Father and Vinnnie (the other twin) said the Hail Mary. But when Vinnie went to say the Hail Mary he couldn't remember the words so he said, "Hail Mary. OH SHIT!!!" In the middle of the service. So his older sister, who has, like, a kid, just said the rest of it. Yeah. My family. And then when we got home it wasn't midnight yet so I was watching TV in my room and my mother came in my room and started watching TV with me wearing one of Phippy's flannel shirts (he had already left) that he had given her and I got really mad and set that she either had to take the shirt off or get out and wound up pretty much screaming at her and crying and pretty much shoving her out of the room.

I doubt this year will be much better. My mother (even though she claims that she wants to break up with Phippy) is forcing me to spend YET ANOTHER New Years Eve with him. I have to go out to dinner with him and then we are going to see Dream Girls (my friend invited me to go see it with her, but I couldn't go because I was seeing it with Phippy. Well sort of. He always falls asleep during movies.) and then he's coming back to our apartment for dessert. And since he is a defence lawyer, all he does is cross examine me and grill me about my food choices even though my mom tells him not to. And I can't go to my dad's house because that is HIS girlfriend's birthday so he throws a party for her and all her friends and never even gives me the option to comes. I BEGGED my mom to let me stay home by myself because "if I am at home I can at least be productive while I wallow in my mysery. But if I got out then I will be forced to make pointless small talk while wallowing in my mysery." She said no. And none of my friends are throwing New Years Eve parties that I could potentially go to. And did I mention that I REALLY wanted to see the Broadway show Spamalot and even though my mom knew this she is going today with Phippy without me!?!? Okay I sound like a completely selfish attention hog right now. And I try not to be but it really does suck. Well, 14 bad New Years and counting. Hope everyone has a pleasant New Years anyway.

M.E.

P.S. Oh!! And BTW, email me or comment or something if you haven't gotten your secret santa gift yet. Just to get a feel for how many people we are waiting for to get their gifts before we reveal. I got mine already. It's awesomeness. And I got a bunch of other cool stuff for Christmas (digital camera of my own, iPod docking station, rug for my room, 17 books, etc.) Anyways, I just realized I have written a "Geena-esque" novel. Best of luck in 2007 everyone!!! God knows I need it.