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Pin, reasons for me to hate December:
My birthday- never understood what it is I am celebrating here, what, myself? A "Hoorah for me party" always seems so egotistical and embarassing yet my friends want to put me through it. But only after I reminded them that it was my birthday soon all last week. (I want it acknowledged at least).
Christmas: Have to go home.
Exams are straight after Christmas, which wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't missed the last few weeks of lectures because...
I can't walk. I can't go to work, I can't socialise. I am in constant pain due to a trapped nerve which just won't go away. All day is spent laying in bed, barely able to move. I almost broke my jaw on the toilet yesterday. My doctor is lousy and told me to just take normal paracetamol (which gave me hallucinations and i am sure they aren't meant to do that...) My flatmates (god bless them all) think I am faking and enjoy actively fucking with my mind.
I have had my job for a year now and no one thought to do anything about it. They will probably forget my birthday too.
However, reasons for me to love December:
Going to New York for New Years.
Get to go home for Christmas and see cat.
I bought some really good presents for my friends for Christmas. |
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