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So, Iapos;m dreading December a bit. I canapos;t wait for December to come. Itapos;s a mixture of love-hate, really.

Why love? CHRISTMAS My favorite holiday Why? Many reasons, especially the CAROLS Dominick ,the Christmas Donkey, rulez :p

Hate? Exams, final presentation, more�exams, and Monica coming to Portugal. *shudders* Iapos;m supposed to play nice. I do NOT play nice. Either Iapos;m nice or Iapos;m not, but faking it leaves me in a very bad humor. Especially when such efforts are wasted on pointless ass kissing (on their part), general tackiness, and tears (again, on their part). Please, Iapos;m studying Economy. I have much more pressing matters to cry about than about not seeing someone who I barely speak with during the year.

Sure, I can help her out when she gets here. Go pick her up at the airport (after all, I know my way around the city very well) and get her safely on her way to wherever she may go. But I do not want to spend time with her. Listening her whining on how she misses Portugal sooo very much, and how luckkkyyy I am to beeee here and other nonsense. What part of "I do not like it here" do people not understand? What about the concept is difficult to be understood? Canapos;t people get that when Iapos;m somewhere I donapos;t like to be but HAVE to be I do not consider myself LUCKY? Stupid bints.

But now, Iapos;m expected to pick her up, spend copious amounts of time with her, and Iapos;m supposed to like it. And Iapos;m being forced on buying a gift that I do not want to give because Iapos;ve already been informed that she has the most darling little thing for me I donapos;t want it.

When I moved into this country, I wanted to at least, receive one single call from her and so my other called BFFs. I was always the one wasting money calling overseas. And what pisses me off really badly, is that they had a reason to call Portugal. They had to call their families, not only me. They never did. Stephanie, did. She, who had no reason whatsoever to get a long distance plan to call this forsaken land, did. I was the only person she called, because her family is all from the US. But she made the effort anyways. That means something to me, more than any physical gift.

But Monica, never calling me, not once, after I moved, that hurt like shit. Not even a freaking email We werenapos;t just acquaintances, we were very close friends for five years. And not even a little effort. Exchanging pointless chatter about the weather on messenger, does not count like effort in my book. Hurts like hell to be treated like a commodity.

But now, she is coming here for Christmas. And wants me to play being Best Friends Fohhevahhh while she is here. Like hell I will.

Well over a year as passed. Iapos;m still spitting mad from their thoughtlessness. But I got over it, got over them, and over whatever little digs they sent my way once in a while.

I have much better things to do with my 2 week vacation than performing a pointless, boring play to a thoroughly undeserving crowd. I want to spend time with my family, sing Christmas Carols until my throat is sore, and give gifts to those who truly mean something to me. I want to read SS/HG fanfiction until my eyes canapos;t take it anymore. I donapos;t want to study for my finals, but will have to anyways. Lots of things to do, and little time. Why waste it on people who donapos;t deserve it?

Iapos;m picking her up at the airport, because for all the shit she put me through, we were very close for 5 years. Iapos;m picking her up, because itapos;s a nice thing to do, like helping an old lady cross the street. Iapos;m picking her up, because if I was at Hogwarts, I would probably have been sorted into Hufflepuff for being a doofus. Actually, I probably wouldnapos;t be sorted into any House, simply for being a total freaking dunderhead.

But I refuse, to spend more time than necessary with her. If she wants to go clubbing, let her go with her crowd. Iapos;ll go, with my usual, steadfast company, the girls who study for exams with me, those who I hold up when they are at their worst, the ones who have been helping me up when Iapos;m down. I refuse to do anything else.

Whatapos;s pissing me off even more, is that she managed to rile me up sufficiently that I end up writing as eloquently as a 15 year old. I should know better than that, I should do better than that. I am a dunderhead. A tired, sleepy, angry dunderhead on top of it.



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