My family is one of an unconventional nature. No large gatherings, warm houses, or lost relatives crawling out of the wordwork to eat figgy pudding on Christmas. Nope, just us four, sitting uneasily in the same house, waiting until Monday when stores are open and it's not raining. Many people have it worse off than us, and after an entire day of sitting on the couch then napping then going online then watching tv then going online again, I feel that maybe my family isn't so insane after all. Sure, my mother christened my dog's penis his "winky," and my dad waited until 2 pm to open his presents, and my sister refuses to eat any kind of junk food because she has to look good in her dress for the eighth grade dance, and I just got my wisdom teeth pulled out and I look like a fat British child. My family is highly dysfuntional but in a funny sitcom sort of way. I still can't wait to go back to school. I feel like I don't belong here anymore. Just as I made a new life for myself in South Carolina, my family carried their own lives on back in Jersey. I think it was in a movie where I heard that there comes a time when your home is no longer your home, but just a place to keep your shit. I wonder if this is that time. I want to run away to New York City and write movies. I think I've been watching too many E True Hollywood Stories.