maybe we can go away for the winter?

hol⋅i⋅day

1. a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment 2. a period of cessation from work or one of recreation; vacation.

imagine this,
you are sitting on the clearest, sunniest beach

the scorching sun is tanning your body to perfection

you are listening to relaxing music, or reading a great novel

there are the quiet sounds of children playing in the background

the feel of the sand in between your toes

the smell of sunscreen that resides on your uncovered skin

sounds nice, doesn't it?

this is not my holiday experiences, unfortunately.
my holiday consists of my part-time job, cleaning my bedroom,
and crying over the fact that i still have holiday homework.

my mother has taken the whole two weeks of my holiday off from work.
shweeeet, was my first reaction. but no. this was not a 'shweeeet' moment.

during holidays, i like to sleep in, watch movies and take things at my own pace.
this does not happen with my mother at home.
she tells me what to do, when to do it, and what i should do after this.
it sucks, on an extreme level.

i hate it so much. especially when i wake up to
"lou, can you go and do the washing,
and then the dishes, and then we
are going to go through your whole wardrobe,
and throw out all the things you don't wear".
dsfgashjdfgasdjhfg. grr.

even though all of this annoys me, i still love my mother dearly.

hmm, tonight i think i might take a pair of old jeans and fix them up.
any suggestions of what i should do?
i am thinking i should bleach some parts of them, and cut some
holes in them.

listening to: face of a faith by nellie mckay
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