I haven’t been looking forward to writing this beacause it’s a complete waste of my time. But lets get straight to the point. The airport is a familiar sight. As usual, we walked through the security. I doubt they’ve stopped any real terriosts. As usual, I got kicked out to sit with the strangers on the plane.It’s not that I’m a shy person, it’s just that I feel uncomfortable about what I’m doing. And I hate it when they try to talk to you. They could be the most interesting person in the world, and I wouldn’t care. Khang was going to be the one sitting on with the other people, but of course he chickened out. He acts like he simply hates strangers, but it’s pretty obvious his thoughts are the same as mine. At least I’m not such a baby about it. When we got to Ohio, I was already in a bad mood. I hadn’t gotten very many presents for Christmas. Ok, I know I sound like a brat, but I expected at least two. I got one. Just one from the entire side of mom’s family. Of course there were other presents, but they were labeled, To Khang, Nam, Bien. And it was pretty obvious they present weren’t aimed at me. I mean, a bunch of cologne? It’s pretty obvious who it was for, even with that KNB label. So after getting nothing, I began to think of why I only got a gift card for Christmas. And I’ve chalked it up to this: mom’s side of the family hates me. Of course they won’t just come out and say it, but I can tell. I know mom is just jumpin out of her chair, trying to deny my claim, but it’s too late. I mean, one of them even threatened to throw my phone out into the lake. Of course, mom hates me the most, (shut it mom, there aren’t any excuses). If I say this to her face, she’ll just slap me, but if it’s announced in public, she’ll play the victim card. I take this as proof she only cares about her public opinion. But enough of that, I need to move on. When we arrived at outlet house in Ohio, we opened some presents, which contained a drone, toys, clothes, and a music-playing hat. Two days later mom left. I think she went to Las Vegas, though she’ll deny it if you ask her about it. Fast forward to the day we went snowboarding. A few of friends were there, though I didn’t see them most of the time. Snowboarding is a lot harder than skiing. Not like I’ve been skiing, but I’ve seen some five-year olds do it, while the child snowboarders are falling on their butts all day. I won’t note every single detail because that would take forever. On the final day in Ohio, nothing happened. I guess there wasn’t any time to do anything worthy of being written down. I thought we would be flying alone to Florida, but I was dead wrong. Dad came along, and so did mom. Apparently, we were landing in Orlando instead of Tampa, and we were staying at a hotel. A thing I noticed was that mom claimed she had no money. Nice try, but you don’t go on a vacation with no money on you. This supports my “Mom Went to Las Vegas” theory. We stayed in a normal room, nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning, we moved to another hotel, which was a waste of money, considering the house in Florida was twenty minutes away. We were forced out of the hotel room to go to the beach, which was also a dumb move, because the most we could do was sit around in the sand, since we didn’t have any swimsuits. So the rest of the day, we sat in our room on our phones. Mom the Genius went out driving without her license. Smart move, mom. But oh, Mom the Genius works her magic again, and tells us she has forgotten out toothbrushes at the other hotel. So we must buy some toothbrushes from the hotel. For dinner, we went to some steak house. Everything about it was boring and stereotypical, from the hot flames on the logo to the “We’re cool guys that eat steak!” motto. The food was okay I guess. The only thing that caught my attention were the napkins. Yes, the napkins were the only interesting thing there. And it wasn’t for a good reason. The napkin reads, “Owned by a loco fisherman”, but they misspelled “local”. I don’t take Spanish classes or anything, but I know loco mean crazy. So I was really confused. I suppose someone just screwed up. But other than the napkins, nothing kept me from staring at my phone. When dad left, we finally went to the house. Of course, Bien’s little buddies were there, and they were way too loud. I was trying to watch TV on my phone, and all they could do was scream and shriek every five seconds. I actually had to turn on captions in order to understand everything in the show. I must have told Bien to shut up at least five times, and he ignored me every time. It’s the little things like this that always put me in a bad mood. As the little things continue, the grow into a frustrating problem. And Bien was the problem. Something as simple as being unable to watch TV triggers me very deeply. Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. To the casual observer, it would appear that I only despise Khang, and we have some sort of sibling rivalry. But that’s wrong. I hate Bien as well. Maybe not as much as Khang. Maybe not as much as I hate myself sometimes. I’m not in a good mood. I just want to end this damn blog already. I doubt more than one person reads it anyway.