Wasn’t That Fun.
December 23, 2006
I hate shopping. I’m never going again. Not only did it kill my legs, but now I’m in another fight with JD.
We got to the mall around ten, and it was pretty damn crowded. I was able to get all my shopping done because I came knowing what I wanted to get people. Around one, I was worn out from walking around the mall. That’s when Nifty came to finish his shopping, and he was going to just grab the presents and leave. He wasn’t going to be long at all. I went with him to help him out a bit, and I told JD and Josh I’d try and meet up with them later.
I didn’t because after standing in huge lineup after huge lineup, Nifty was getting pissed and wanted to leave. He was also exhausted from working before hand with his dad and he was going to have to stay up for another 24 hours before he could go to sleep (as he works nights). I was really tired of standing and I wanted to leave too. Shopping isn’t always a fun experience for me.
So we left, and JD was - or is - mad because she thinks I ditched her and Josh for Nifty. She wanted to go shopping at a store which I was looking forward to but I really didn’t have the energy to do. I figured she would understand though, and that we could do it another time when the mall wasn’t so busy and when my legs weren’t throbbing.
This was followed by several texting arguements, and in one of them JD said “I hope you have fun with Nifty.” Well I didn’t. I was in a bad mood from that point on, because I thought she would understand. I wasn’t ditching her for Nifty, if anything, I was ditching her for a chair to sit down in at his house. But here I am, blaming everything but my own actions. My actions were this: my legs were killing me, so I left. I’m not blaming my actions because I decided to not push myself anymore, because I knew I would regret it later. Even though I left early, I’m still in a lot of pain today but that’s okay who really cares right? It’s all because I think do nothing wrong, and that I’m always right. I’m sick of having to defend myself anyway.
Anyway, after Nifty and I left the mall and caught a bus back to his town, we went to McDonalds because I was really hungry. Then we went to his house and wrapped some presents and watched a movie with his younger sisters. One of his friends dropped by and stayed until we went to the volunteer dinner, which went alright if anyone was interested in hearing. We had a quiz to see who “new the most about Sunrise”, I didn’t win. I’m not too positive on all the before I was there details and I never really knew you had to know them. I did perfect on the “who am I?” quiz, where you had a small description of a member and had to say who it was. Nifty learned that everyone doesn’t think he’s a horrible volunteer and the note Niki wrote at camp was her telling him he was improving, so he’s going to come out more.
When I got home, Karen and the boys were already here. They have gotten so big! I’m hoping this holiday improves, so far it was off to a bad start but I’m sure that it will get better…hopefully.
December 23rd, 2006 at 9:24 pm
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December 23rd, 2006 at 11:45 pm
< ![CDATA[That's the madness of Christmas.]]>
December 24th, 2006 at 4:06 am
< ![CDATA[Why do people always wrap presents? I should blog about that. I hadn't opened a wrapped present for like 10 years before I opened one at work the other day. It was so cool! You're like shaking it to try to figure out what it is, and then ripping the paper and peeking in. Jewish people don't really wrap. I guess it also has to do with the whole "money is the best present" philosophy. Now if someone wrapped money! That would be the ultimate present.]]>