With Christmas a mere 40-something days away, it also means it won't be long til I get to see everyone again. :> A good thing, or am I not looking forward to it as much as I should?
Is it better to spend a miserly 8 (9 if I'm lucky) days with everyone... then zip off again all too soon and miss everybody, or hold out for the (relatively) "big" break in Feb where I get approximately 3 weeks?
Okay... let's say at most, I get 9 days. It isn't much, and of course I'd want to spend it with the people who matter. Unfortunately, "the people who matter" seem to multiply to overwhelming numbers when you're suddenly back from being MIA for so long.
Let's face it... trying to fit in everyone who comes along is a tough job.
Its not like I consciously rank my friends or something, but you gotta admit there are certain priorities you allocate to different people. I mean... its normal to want to "catch up" after not having seen or spoken to each other ever since I've been away. But that's precisely it.
Not even a call, message or email in all these 4 months... and I'm expected to devote 1/9 (or more) of my precious time back home to you? And the indignant pipings of "Eh! How come you didn't tell me you were back?!" when it so happens my itinery conveniently excludes you.
Uhuh. So what's a *cough*, busy girl supposed to do?
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Anyhow, there's nothing I
hate more than going visiting for New Year. *scowl* For the painfully obvious reasons of obnoxious relatives, uneasy gatherings and patronizing smiles from super phony people. The typical redundant questions about how I'm doing, how school is getting along, and when I'm getting into Uni...
Oh. And why I'm not wearing a dress and make-up.
Argh! Like, HELLO?
I'm
*not* your kid,
*not* the daughter you never had to push around...
So hands off, and leemme alone!
(Yep, they're mostly either not married, got boys or have no children, sorry... Ooo! ;p)
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Oh.
The folks and bro are going to Tasmania without me... *whine*
Doncha feel the least bit guilty?
Doncha? Huh huh huh?
*mutter*
Just remember to come pick me up when you're done having fun.
It kills me when they do that, it really does.
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All I want for Christmas is you.