I guess I could say this was a 'forced journal' because I was told by a few that I should be writing something. I suppose they wanted me to write it before the New Years, or even before the Christmas stuff. But I say, screw Christmas, I hate it and always will. Presents here and there, the competition of getting the best out of the best... Hah. But whatever.

I spent my Christmas in the arms of my boyfriend and after that we had dinner and opened presents; basic stuff. My boyfriend's brother and sister were very late, but it doesn't matter. I'm happy that they were able to come and I'm happy that my boyfriend is happy. I'm a simple person to please.

I wanted to get away from home, because I felt like my life was being sucked away by the two people I call parents. It's like everytime I feel 'ultra' happy, they tend to take it away. I hate the feeling of feeling untrusted and unloved. SO, thank you parents for not taking the last of my money!

I'm happy that my parents DID force me to pay off a bit of my bill.... I now own 120 dollars (Canada). Woo....

This is not much of a journal, but at least I can continue blabbing about my crappy life.

Currently my boyfriend is working (he enjoys this crap, well sometimes he does), he works at the Ski Hill Resort nearby, it's called Asessippi. Nice little name, huh. He's the supervisor of the tubing hill - it almost sounds fancy. But it's about the same as working as a grunt. He keeps his people in order, but there are days when one person doesn't have the will to work and just sits around all day. Pathetic. Don't go to work if you don't want to work. The tubing hill is the most easiest hill to work on.

My boyfriend gave me a new pair of earrings.... Thank you, love! I needed new earrings. And my mother in law gave me a fake necklace, but I love it anyway. I love jewelry, dispite the fakeness of it; it's all about the thought.

I suppose my christmas wasn't all that bad....

I'd say more, but I'unno how far I can push it.


PS: FUCK YOU CHRISTMAS MUSIC! - I fuckin' swear I heard these over and over and over and over again.