They say that after one graduates they are stricken down by every regret possible. Mostly regrets of what they never did or never had the chance to do, but regrets none the less. Oddly, I never regretted anything. I never regretted not going to my senior prom. I never regretted failing to win over any of my crushes’ hearts. I never regretted not going to Chicago. I’ve only regretted never spending more time with those I called my friends, or at least whom I thought were my friends. And certain people, family included, know of this. It is the one and only true thing I’ve ever regretted. It isn’t so much because we never talked a lot, it’s that I can’t ever seem to see them anymore, let alone talk to them. My mother and brother seem to enjoy bringing up all the time about how they can’t seem to remember the last time anyone called to talk to me. Sad thing is...they’re right. Anytime my cell phone rings it’s someone calling for Rob because a.) his phone is off, b.) they forgot his number or c.) their finger slipped and they hit 2 instead of 1 (the last four digits of his cell is 1471, mine is 1472). I know that people are busy, especially this time of year, but it’d still be nice to get to see at least one of my own friends instead of babysitting my brother and his punk ass friends. Speaking of my brother, the “whole so great and mighty” Spudda...Robert, he brought something to my attention. Er....well, that’s to say that he’s been bringing it to my attention for sometime now, but I’ve chosen to ignore it. Not because I was worried he was lying to me, but because I was scared he might be right. According to him, some people that are close to me, or should I say I keep them close because I hold them in the highest regards, hate me. And I’m not talking about just hate to the point of a comment or something that I do, but hate every fiber about me. ... ... ... ... ... ... *growls to self* I don’t get him. He can be the biggest bastard towards me, and I’ll talk to my parents to control him, but when I say something back against him...guess who becomes the biggest bastard to walk mother nature’s green earth? That’s right...me. *sigh* You know, one would think that Rob has totally ruined my Christmas weekend. For the most part, you’d be right. But really, this hasn’t felt like Christmas at all to me. I love Christmas. The lights, the shopping (for others, not for myself), the snow (well, lack there of this time around for us here), and so on. But for the first time, it just doesn’t seem like tomorrow should be Christmas day. But I know that tonight, I’ll go to bed and wake up to the same ol` same ol`. My parents will have breakfast waiting, we’ll open our gifts (and though I told my parents I didn’t want anything this year, I’ll still be getting more than what I deserve), we go throughout the day playing video games and such, they’ll break off to start dinner and the day will come dwindling down. Usually, I can’t wait for Christmas, but...its...blah for me this year. I don’t know why. *yawns and stretches* I don’t feel like ranting any longer. I’m sorry for going on this long, really, I am. I’ll probably talk some more later, possibly. If not, yeah, happy holidays all. Random Quote: If nothing lasts forever...may I be your nothing...?