What was that whole Christmas thing about?

Seriously, someone forgot to tell me "'tis the season" because I didn't notice.

Anyway, sounds like everyone had a good christmas.

Semi-white with more snow on the way.

I got a good laugh seeing Ozzy mix up with yule tide cheer.

And I really hate the fact that I couldn't find my Holiday Happiness....I must have left it in my other pants; the ones that also must contain everything else I've been missing lately(not the least of which being my mind).

I tried really hard to have fun, but when all my parents do is sit on the couch watching horribly lame christmas "movies" I tend to get a little depressed.

I should be at my grandparents house, enjoying my whole families presence(not presents).

I should have gone to church, laughing on the inside at the fact that I'm still the only one in my family who knows that I'm atheist.

I should have eaten my grandmothers AWESOME cooking, not these fucking left over hot wings.

I should have been happy, like I love to be, and try to be most of the time. I willed myself to be happy, but I couldn't do it.

I should be excited to be going back to SD the beginning of January, but my mom decided to call that off.

I guess I'm being a little lame, not to mention dramatic. There were some highlights.

Like when my brother called and i talk to him. It was about noon where he was and he was already pretty hammered. He kept telling me to "get a piece of ass" and telling me that "women can smell cowards." It was pretty damn funny.

Then i got to read some blogs and everyones cheer and jokes made me a "happy panda" again.

So, now here i sit, a bit more contented, a bit less depressed, but still slightly disappointed. The fact that i had nothing under my tree doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that I had no tree(different kind of tree, think about it).

Alas, there is always next year, and the year after, and after that.

For now I settle for everyone else being happy over myself beaming after a good day.