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I am a horrible person and I do not deserve to be alive! But it's not my fault, honestly! I hate Christmas, okay? It's just another occassion where people I don't really see very often buy me stuff I don't really like and then I have to spend my own money, buying them something of the same value, which ultimately means I paid for the crappy gift that they gave me. Well anyway, it's only October, but my dad wanted a FULL Christmas wishlist from me. I have no idea what the hell I want, apart from for the human race to die out overnight. So I wrote down a bunch of movies that I love, but don't own and sort of left it at that.
Well on Tuesday my dad called to tell me he'd gotten me the most awesome Christmas present I could ever wish for. He said this last year, and it turned out to be the most amazing Invader Zim satchel I have ever seen in my whole life, and still use to cart my stuff to and from college every day. So when he said that, I thought "HOLY MACARONI! WHAT HAS HE GOT ME?!"
I sort of forgot about it, and gave it no further thought, until Jake came back from dad's saying "Ohhhh shiiiiet, I have just seen your Christmas present and ohhhh shiiiiet it's amaaaazing". So naturally, I was like "HASDHDDAJK!!! WHAT IS IT?!" and started on the interrogation. Something big? Something little? Something Star Wars? Something Japanese? Something Jhonen Vasquez? He replied with a strict name-rank-number-ish "not. telling." each time, until I gave up, and I NEVER give up on interrogations.
So I have been dying, DYING, to get my materialistic paws on this THING of greatness that will soon be coming my way. I just decided to sit on my butt and squirm until Christmas rolled around, until suddenly...
...I was looking on e-Bay at a bunch of feedback I had, and I noticed that my dad had left me some feedback for a time he made me outbid a guy who was bidding on a game my dad was selling, to up the price, and I ended up winning it (I didn't have to pay, and I didn't get the game either). So, I wanted to see what sort of feedback people had been leaving my dad, so I went to his e-Bay page.
Nifty, nifty, nifty! e-Bay has this cute little option that gives a link to the auction item next to each piece of feedback. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see what my dad had been selling and with one little click
OH MY GOD. IT WAS THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT. AND OH MY GOD IT WAS MAGNIFICENT.
But then I kept clicking, and clicking, and now I pretty much know everything I'm getting for Christmas from my father. Holy crap, it would have been the best Christmas ever, EVER, if I hadn't peeked and ruined the whole thing. Now I'm very sad that it wasn't a surprise, and I'm going to have to practice my "OH MY GOD I WOULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED IN A ZILLION LIGHT YEARS YOU'D GET ME THIS" face. I make things forever awkward for myself.
Not only that, but when asked by my mother what I wanted for Christmas, I suggested a print from my favourite artist to go in my bedroom. We ordered it. It came through in the post. "DON'T LOOK AT IT, WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS" my mum said, but I pleaded until she was unable to keep up the walls of strength. DAMN IT WHY DID I LOOK AT IT?! Not only was it the OMFG best print ever, but he also SIGNED AND DATED it. Heart attack, plz.
So yeah, I ruined my own Christmas, before I even got drunk and told all my relatives what I thought of them. Great.
Oh yeah, and you want to know what my dad got me, don't you? You're going to have to wait until Christmas, when I take an awshum photo of me, holding it, with the polaroid camera PLUS TIMER that I have asked for.
Well on Tuesday my dad called to tell me he'd gotten me the most awesome Christmas present I could ever wish for. He said this last year, and it turned out to be the most amazing Invader Zim satchel I have ever seen in my whole life, and still use to cart my stuff to and from college every day. So when he said that, I thought "HOLY MACARONI! WHAT HAS HE GOT ME?!"
I sort of forgot about it, and gave it no further thought, until Jake came back from dad's saying "Ohhhh shiiiiet, I have just seen your Christmas present and ohhhh shiiiiet it's amaaaazing". So naturally, I was like "HASDHDDAJK!!! WHAT IS IT?!" and started on the interrogation. Something big? Something little? Something Star Wars? Something Japanese? Something Jhonen Vasquez? He replied with a strict name-rank-number-ish "not. telling." each time, until I gave up, and I NEVER give up on interrogations.
So I have been dying, DYING, to get my materialistic paws on this THING of greatness that will soon be coming my way. I just decided to sit on my butt and squirm until Christmas rolled around, until suddenly...
...I was looking on e-Bay at a bunch of feedback I had, and I noticed that my dad had left me some feedback for a time he made me outbid a guy who was bidding on a game my dad was selling, to up the price, and I ended up winning it (I didn't have to pay, and I didn't get the game either). So, I wanted to see what sort of feedback people had been leaving my dad, so I went to his e-Bay page.
Nifty, nifty, nifty! e-Bay has this cute little option that gives a link to the auction item next to each piece of feedback. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see what my dad had been selling and with one little click
OH MY GOD. IT WAS THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT. AND OH MY GOD IT WAS MAGNIFICENT.
But then I kept clicking, and clicking, and now I pretty much know everything I'm getting for Christmas from my father. Holy crap, it would have been the best Christmas ever, EVER, if I hadn't peeked and ruined the whole thing. Now I'm very sad that it wasn't a surprise, and I'm going to have to practice my "OH MY GOD I WOULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED IN A ZILLION LIGHT YEARS YOU'D GET ME THIS" face. I make things forever awkward for myself.
Not only that, but when asked by my mother what I wanted for Christmas, I suggested a print from my favourite artist to go in my bedroom. We ordered it. It came through in the post. "DON'T LOOK AT IT, WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS" my mum said, but I pleaded until she was unable to keep up the walls of strength. DAMN IT WHY DID I LOOK AT IT?! Not only was it the OMFG best print ever, but he also SIGNED AND DATED it. Heart attack, plz.
So yeah, I ruined my own Christmas, before I even got drunk and told all my relatives what I thought of them. Great.
Oh yeah, and you want to know what my dad got me, don't you? You're going to have to wait until Christmas, when I take an awshum photo of me, holding it, with the polaroid camera PLUS TIMER that I have asked for.