Merry Christmas!

Yes, that holiday is here! Christmas! I'm a little nervous that people won't like what I got them. That's basically it. I can't wait until this holiday is almost over. I don't like being a killjoy, but hell, Christmas is stressful for me. I always feel the need to fake "absolute and utter joy" when I get presents from my mom. She expects it. I mean, I usually am totally happy and joyful at the gift, but my facial expressions are not under my direct control. I always look disappointed or bored on Christmas. It's like a bad tradition. I don't know why my face hates me like that.

Nick asked me to come bowling with him, his mom, Jordan (a guy that used to go to my old school), his cousin, and possibly his mom's friend. I would love to, but the main issue is my mom. I made the dumbass idiotic mistake of telling her that Nick's mom hates her. That was a while ago, but I know my mom's memory is amazing (like mine). Now she'll definately want to speak to Nick's mom if I'm to go bowling. And plus, if it's late at night, there's no way in Holy Hell my mom will let me go bowling. She's really over-protective for no reason. Yeah, she's a mom, it's her job to protect and watch us (me and my little sister) like a hawk, but she takes it overboard. I'm just all over nervous about the whole thing. I really wanna see Nick; but I really don't want to see the confrontation between Nick's mom and my mom. Now that I told my mom about the hating thing (which, by the way, I don't blame Nick's mom at all for feeling that way; you win some you lose some I say.) she's BOUND to bring it up if they ever meet. A meeting that I hope and pray and wish will never happen. I do wanna go bowling though.

Christmas Eve! Lol, I'm ready for Christmas. The holiday worries me, but I'm ready. I just want to open my gifts now.

I've seen the new house, and boy was I amazed. I thought the house would be some seedy, small, shack. But low and behold, the house was kinda big! There's two full bathrooms and four bedrooms. My mom's room is kinda small for her, but I think my room is big. It's not HUGE, but it's big to me. My sister's room is bigger then her room now, but it's a square box. HAHA. Lol, it's not small. The kitchen is really small, it's like a strip.

Eh, I gotta go. Mom's home.

Happy Holidays!