Dec 26, 2004 01:19
My internet's down, so I'm on my father's computer in the other room.
Just as expected: I received absolutely nothing that I had wanted for Christmas. I didn't make a list, I didn't drop any hints as to what I urgently needed (but I did proceed to state that everything I WANTED was indeed expensive), and that's the result.
So, to cover up this cacophany known as "Christ's Mess," I'm buying myself a pair of Energie ankle boots, size 11, black.
Tomorrow I have to go to Solstice and get my sunglasses repaired, because my sister conveniently knocked them off of my head and down an escalator in the mall. Yes. $138.00 sunglasses, scratched and fucked up because my sister wanted to pinch my ear.
Of course I am cross, because I'm footing the bill for her "accident."
The only decent thing that came out of this year's Christmas was that Erin's boyfriend, Bill, bought a GameCube and a couple of games for this house, so maybe we can finally step into the 21st century. :P
I'm goin' to head to sleep now; I've got a lot of things to do tomorrow, along the lines of:
* go to Solstice @ 10:00 AM to get sunglasses repaired, then
* go to Target to get 3 Rubbermaid storage-bins to empty some furniture in my room, only to
* relocate said furniture and storage bins to the attic, so I can bring in my leather recliner and possibly
* head to IKEA to buy a futon, to free up more room . . .
* with that said I'll be working on clearing SPACE in my room until I . . .
* work from 5 - 1 AM.
Ahh.. life's fucking weird. At least Nissa isn't going out with Tony any longer. Maybe I can finally act on my intuition and buy her a rhinestone bikini now. Oh, and if I didn't tell my journal already: I got promoted. I make more money, and I got a $200.00 Christmas bonus. And my clothes rock (it's the only thing making me giddy right now, because I've been ill for the past 2 1/2 months with tuberculosis [or bronchitis, I'm not really sure because I'm no fucking doctor; all I know is that my lungs suck... not air, they just suck]). Otherwise I'd be happy to go out skating, or playing guitar and singing.
Instead, I just cough. And play piano. In good apparel. O_o
Speaking of which, I found a Christian Dior Pour Homme full-length jacket that I want. Too bad it's $2000. :9 (I meant to put the 9.)
Anyway.. sleep.. yeah. On it. Piece.