Christmas is supposed to be a fun holiday, full of happiness and cheer, but this year I'm honestly just not feeling it. It's Christmas Eve, and even then, I don't feel any of the spirit. I hope tonight will be better though, although my family is out of town. I'm just spending time with my mom, my dad, my sister, and a few Jewish friends who have nothing else to do on Christmas Eve. :P (Melissa and Rachel). I haven't made an entry lately just because I get home so tired every night I just don't feel like sitting down and collecting my thoughts, I really need to get back into this blogging deal, and more regularly, that's going to be one of my resolutions for the new year to consistently write down my thoughts on this blog.
Lately since I've come back from Georgia Tech, I've been hanging around home during the day and going out at night time, but now that it's closer to the holiday my mom has been off of work. We went out shopping a few days ago for clothing, since she kept telling me about how I hadn't asked for anything for Christmas. I am going to get some nice new clothing for Christmas, which I could always use, so I'm pretty thankful. .
Christmas is supposed to be a happy holiday, and while I haven't been entirely sad at any given point, I've had my ups and downs, but for the majority of the time I've been very, very happy. I don't know why I haven't been keeping the spirit, but hopefully with everything that happens in the upcoming hours I'll feel the spirit more.
I know people bitch about the salvation army bell ringers that stand outside of stores but I donate to them every trip. I don't care how religious they are or how pushy they seem (they aren't, really. They're just ringing a damn bell). There have been Thanksgivings and Christmases in the past, particularly when we first moved here that if my family was not on a "needy families" list, we would have been too poor to have any celebration whatsoever. Getting the call to come pick up a box of food, bringing it home, opening it up, seeing everything you need to make a decent dinner plus some presents, and seeing my mom cry tears of mixed joy, relief, and slight embarrassment because she can't provide for her children like she wants to -- I'm grateful for all of this. We're still poor but we're no longer on a needy families list. I do all I can to make sure my brothers have an amazing Christmas (because I've had plenty of not-so-great ones) and I fucking donate money to the Salvation Army, every damn Publix and Walmart trip. I don't care what you think about the bell ringers. I don't even mind when they bless me.
In other news, pizzeria Christmas party tonight. Kinda just want to get this over with. It's at Vin's, I wish it was at Louie's or Ant's. I have to pick up DeVito after work and we'll arrive fashionably late -- the usual.
I kinda feel like this is my last pizzeria Christmas party as an employee. We'll see.