It's wiggidy-wiggidy-wack
[This whole post is a self-absorbed whine-fest. Skip it at your leisure]
So... break! Nothing doing really. I haven't seen anyone or done much of anything. Just work and reading. Apparently my mom's going anti-present's this year, so my yearly max of three presents (from anyone, mind you, not the parents) is down to what, one? We don't even have a damn tree up.
Random fact you might not know about me: I love traditions, like tinsel, and a tree, and turkey on Thanksgiving and all the shit you're supposed to do. Seriously, nothing pisses me off more than people fucking with my holidays. Why? Because they're familiar and comforting and after the craziness that is the other days of the year, it's all I want.
Though the truth of it is, I really don't like Christmas all that much. Why? Two reasons. The first is that I never really do anything. Actually, that gripe is more for New Year's. I've never really gone to a legitimate NYE party where I had phone (except the one three years ago where I ended up hiding in a closet with this chick that didn't talk to anyone, long story but I can assure you, it was pretty creepy).
Secondly, he presents. No one ever knows what to get me. I mean, granted, whenever people ask me, I don't know what to say. I don't really know what I want. Okay that's a lie, the two things I want are kind of expensive, so I'm not asking for those. Though if I wasn't so damn poor, I could've gotten one off ebay for like $50 which is like 1/7th the price. Seriously, I can't even buy a drink at the moment...
But seriously, people have known me for like 20 years and they're all "Duh, what do you want?" What I want is for someone to surprise me with something. You don't even have to by it. Honestly, if someone showed up with a construction paper card covered in uncooked macaroni, my life would be complete. Hell, my brother bought me a box of 50 colored pencils for 8 bucks and then he called me a homo, his version of "your welcome", 'cause it made me happy.
Or a pinecone covered in glitter! Are kids still aloud to make those, or is it a weapon of some sort?
So... break! Nothing doing really. I haven't seen anyone or done much of anything. Just work and reading. Apparently my mom's going anti-present's this year, so my yearly max of three presents (from anyone, mind you, not the parents) is down to what, one? We don't even have a damn tree up.
Random fact you might not know about me: I love traditions, like tinsel, and a tree, and turkey on Thanksgiving and all the shit you're supposed to do. Seriously, nothing pisses me off more than people fucking with my holidays. Why? Because they're familiar and comforting and after the craziness that is the other days of the year, it's all I want.
Though the truth of it is, I really don't like Christmas all that much. Why? Two reasons. The first is that I never really do anything. Actually, that gripe is more for New Year's. I've never really gone to a legitimate NYE party where I had phone (except the one three years ago where I ended up hiding in a closet with this chick that didn't talk to anyone, long story but I can assure you, it was pretty creepy).
Secondly, he presents. No one ever knows what to get me. I mean, granted, whenever people ask me, I don't know what to say. I don't really know what I want. Okay that's a lie, the two things I want are kind of expensive, so I'm not asking for those. Though if I wasn't so damn poor, I could've gotten one off ebay for like $50 which is like 1/7th the price. Seriously, I can't even buy a drink at the moment...
But seriously, people have known me for like 20 years and they're all "Duh, what do you want?" What I want is for someone to surprise me with something. You don't even have to by it. Honestly, if someone showed up with a construction paper card covered in uncooked macaroni, my life would be complete. Hell, my brother bought me a box of 50 colored pencils for 8 bucks and then he called me a homo, his version of "your welcome", 'cause it made me happy.
Or a pinecone covered in glitter! Are kids still aloud to make those, or is it a weapon of some sort?