It's Christmas

Christmas morning is such a weird time. 

You wake up, go into your living room and then all these wrapped gifts are just waiting for you. 

So you unwrap them and then there's a mountain of paper on the floor. 

But whilst you're unwrapping, your parents are watching you, looking at your expression, taking photos.

I never know how to look. I really don't like showing my expression at things like that, so I just stay blank...which I imagine looks really weird, ungrateful and stupid. 

Does anyone else do this?

Anyway, for Christmas i got a hi-fi with docking station, a Pandora bracelet, a necklace, some underwear, pjs, chocolate, jelly beans,  socks, a cupcake stand, makeup, makeup bags, cds and some gift vouchers. I think that's everything. It's all really beautiful.

We got dressed and then went to my grandad's. It was a waste of time, and completely disgusting. 

My brother had been drinking shots and then he had prawn salad for starter. I had a stuffed pepper with onions and mushrooms in it. It was pretty gross. My brother shoved a prawn into his mouth then started gagging and saying he was going to be sick. Well, I'm not good with vomit and I've had a terribly bad experience with prawns and so I shouted at him because I felt so frustrated and angry. He was just sat there with this disgusting fucking prawn in his mouth. Then I told him to go away.

Eventually he ate the prawn and he wasn't sick but I still cried into my starter. I was hot and angry and the tears kept running. I barely ate any of it.

Then my brother decided he would tell me that my potatoes were cooked in goose fat. Well knowing this made me not want to eat them. Luckily they weren't, but then my Grandad told me the gravy was made with meat juices. So I couldn't eat that. Had he not told me I would have been none the wiser.

The main meal was vile. 

Plus I was plonked in the conservatory with the kids and the door was shut on us and it was fucking cold. Also, I seriously hate listening to other people eat. It is just terrible and makes me wish that I never ate.

My brother was sick eventually. It serves him right for drinking shots.

I just read my book ('House Rules by Jodi Picoult - totally great) in the conservatory and avoided all the creepy men. Then I had some beautiful trifle which my mum had made, just before me and my sister escaped.

It was a pretty lame dinner but my presents are amazing.

Today was good though. My mum's friends came over and I was all dressed up and in a nice mood. Dinner was the best, like always when my mum makes it.

I'm a happy girl.