So this is Christmas...
and what have you done?
The past few days have been pretty damn good. Gusta's Dirrty Santa Party never fails in keeping me nice and plump for the holiday season. I stepped in a puddle of water that was up to my ankles when I got out of the car. Slippery When Wet! I walked through the door and Augusta greeted me with a hug and white gold: a perfectly crafted cheese parfait sandwich. *drool* What would dirty santa be without cheese parfaits? "Cheese parfait? What is that?" -"HEAVEN." After downing my fair share of finger food (including about 10 more parfaits), we made our way to the living room and let the games begin. I was hellbent on not getting screwed over again this year. I think I win the award for all-time worse screw-over with the stunt Sarah Kahalley pulled freshman year. But I do still use my Pokemon crayons from time to time. Haley may try to convince us that she's the one that gets screwed over. But the fact that she RETURNS her presents every year takes her out of the running. I was one of the last people to go. And I was out for blood. I stole Lizzie's Victoria's Secret ("Vicky's Whispers") underwear and thought I was safe. But when Allison stole them from me, I had to get mayne. So I stole Kristen's VS gift certificate and body splash. It was Monica's present. Now I get to smell like her. Hooray! For once, I didn't get screwed over. Another Festivus Miracle. I remember last year we were all upset "It's our last dirty santa!" (whaa whaa whaa, etc.) Thank God Augusta is never going to stop having it. Maybe when we're all 21 we'll get to booze it up at the party. And maybe next year her dog won't run around naked. LaToya (or whatever the hell that dog's name is) began the night wearing a pink shawl. But by the time 9 o'clock rolled around, she was running stark naked around the house. Some girls just don't know how to hold their liquor.
The following night was Elise's cocktail shindig. I expected more finger food and a whole lot of small talk. The night didn't look too promising to me. But once I got there, I came to realize that I really do enjoy finger food and small talk. That may just be a sign that I'm growing up, but I really had a good time at that party. That might be partly due to the fact that several of the dudes showed up drunk, but it was all good. I was 100% sober and had a marvelous time. The Bread Meister enjoyed a hearty portion of bread. And I taught Mearn if you've got it, flaunt it. Daniel and I fought over a cookie like dogs. Travis told every single girl she looked good that night. Hank, Logan, and Vince were the Trolls for the evening as they wouldn't let anybody pass on the stairs without the correct password. Cooney and I danced to the music in our heads. Thad, Lee, and Finch entertained me with their outfits. Greg played some Weez on the pianer. Hays and Matt Laird made a 20 min. appearance. A few people showed up uninvited. Ren-Ren and I pretended to be friends like always. Colby and I had a few laughs. I got to talk to Toak for a little while. Justin Hartley read us a story about Christmas. Forest Steve emerged from his habitat long enough to come to the party. And Elise's dogs ran rampant. But at least her dogs had a little more self-respect than Augusta's. That's all I have to say. Good Lord!
Then I came home and talked to Justin for a couple of hours. I feel 100% better about everything. I'm glad we can finally talk to each other again and just be really good friends. The future looks bright and I'm insanely happy I didn't lose him as a friend over something so trivial as a silly break up. Boys are silly.
THE 2004 MCGILL-TOOLEN CROSS-COUNTRY GIRLS ALUMNI CHRISTMAS EVE ULTIMATE FRISBEE GAME WAS THIS MORNING. Awwwwww, shit! It's the best part of Christmas. We didn't have a very strong showing this year, but we still had a really great time like always. My strong team of Angelo, Lizzie St. Clair, and Mearn battled to the death with Sara Miles, Colleen, and Kristen and Erin Williamson. It was a pretty pitiful game. But what do you expect when it's 30 degrees, it's windy as all hell, you're playing with a cheap pink frisbee you probably stole off a homeless man, and you've got all these cross-country burnouts playing against each other? You've got the bloodiest, most brutal game of ultimate frisbee you've ever witnessed. I cried. Well, no, I didn't. But I should have when I saw what Coach was wearing. Good Lord! A pom-pom knit hat, flannel shirt, sky blue cotton shorts, and white pants underneath is not a fashion statement. Mearn got a good picture of me making fun of him. Aaah. He reminds me a lot of my dad. Just the way he's so easy to make fun of and doesn't get upset when I give him shit for stupid things (such as wearing such a crazy outfit.) Being with everybody, I missed the glory days of cross-country. Back when we used to run the hilly side of Municipal. And Collen would grab my ass back in Botanical Gardens. And Sara and I would make smartass comments to each other. I guess that's what I miss most. The smartass comments. That's the problem with the people at Spring Hill. There aren't enough smartasses. Perhaps the world is a better place without them. But a world without smartasses is not a world I'd like to live in. Anyway, long story short, with conditions the way they were, we played for 20 min. before anybody scored. It was a sad state of affairs. Nobody could catch the frisbee. I had these huge-ass gloves on and used my "pancake" technique for catching. Coach did not approve. Without warning, he grabbed my gloves off my hands, threw them off the field, and told me to get serious. So I shoved him. Then we played for real. It was a pretty good game. We still lost 3-5 but that's only because our end zone had holes and ant hills. Then we stood around and reminisced about the glory days for awhile longer. We freezed our asses off. But it was worth it. Any excuse to hear Coach be a smartass to all of us.
We had the Annual Christmas Eve party at our house this year. The Dooleys have finally copped out on us and didn't show up. This is a sad day, my friends. But it was still a really good time. The Dolans, Backeses, Harrises, and Woods came. We also had some stragglers: Matt Agee, Alex Morris, and Philip & Cather Cala. Plenty of finger food for all. I just weighed myself. I gained 5 pounds just tonight. Ah, the joys of Christmas. As long as I keep this up, my hopes for breaking 20 min. again will slowly dwindle away... but on the plus side, I'll be fat and lazy. So it's a tough call. I gave in and drank Coke tonight. Then Chris decided to be nice and refill my cup for me. But somehow on the way back from the kitchen, my cup fell into the wrong hands (Matt's) and when it got back to me, there was a little extra ingredient in my Coke. I've never gone to Mass drunk before... Some people are still here. They're watching 24 hours of A Christmas Story. It finally feels like Christmas. It's just about time for Midnight Mass. I hope Santa doesn't skip our house just because we're still awake :0! Merry Christmas, everybody. I gotta go fondle my sweaters. And Jesus! somebody put some clothes on that dog! *glares at Taggert*
The past few days have been pretty damn good. Gusta's Dirrty Santa Party never fails in keeping me nice and plump for the holiday season. I stepped in a puddle of water that was up to my ankles when I got out of the car. Slippery When Wet! I walked through the door and Augusta greeted me with a hug and white gold: a perfectly crafted cheese parfait sandwich. *drool* What would dirty santa be without cheese parfaits? "Cheese parfait? What is that?" -"HEAVEN." After downing my fair share of finger food (including about 10 more parfaits), we made our way to the living room and let the games begin. I was hellbent on not getting screwed over again this year. I think I win the award for all-time worse screw-over with the stunt Sarah Kahalley pulled freshman year. But I do still use my Pokemon crayons from time to time. Haley may try to convince us that she's the one that gets screwed over. But the fact that she RETURNS her presents every year takes her out of the running. I was one of the last people to go. And I was out for blood. I stole Lizzie's Victoria's Secret ("Vicky's Whispers") underwear and thought I was safe. But when Allison stole them from me, I had to get mayne. So I stole Kristen's VS gift certificate and body splash. It was Monica's present. Now I get to smell like her. Hooray! For once, I didn't get screwed over. Another Festivus Miracle. I remember last year we were all upset "It's our last dirty santa!" (whaa whaa whaa, etc.) Thank God Augusta is never going to stop having it. Maybe when we're all 21 we'll get to booze it up at the party. And maybe next year her dog won't run around naked. LaToya (or whatever the hell that dog's name is) began the night wearing a pink shawl. But by the time 9 o'clock rolled around, she was running stark naked around the house. Some girls just don't know how to hold their liquor.
The following night was Elise's cocktail shindig. I expected more finger food and a whole lot of small talk. The night didn't look too promising to me. But once I got there, I came to realize that I really do enjoy finger food and small talk. That may just be a sign that I'm growing up, but I really had a good time at that party. That might be partly due to the fact that several of the dudes showed up drunk, but it was all good. I was 100% sober and had a marvelous time. The Bread Meister enjoyed a hearty portion of bread. And I taught Mearn if you've got it, flaunt it. Daniel and I fought over a cookie like dogs. Travis told every single girl she looked good that night. Hank, Logan, and Vince were the Trolls for the evening as they wouldn't let anybody pass on the stairs without the correct password. Cooney and I danced to the music in our heads. Thad, Lee, and Finch entertained me with their outfits. Greg played some Weez on the pianer. Hays and Matt Laird made a 20 min. appearance. A few people showed up uninvited. Ren-Ren and I pretended to be friends like always. Colby and I had a few laughs. I got to talk to Toak for a little while. Justin Hartley read us a story about Christmas. Forest Steve emerged from his habitat long enough to come to the party. And Elise's dogs ran rampant. But at least her dogs had a little more self-respect than Augusta's. That's all I have to say. Good Lord!
Then I came home and talked to Justin for a couple of hours. I feel 100% better about everything. I'm glad we can finally talk to each other again and just be really good friends. The future looks bright and I'm insanely happy I didn't lose him as a friend over something so trivial as a silly break up. Boys are silly.
THE 2004 MCGILL-TOOLEN CROSS-COUNTRY GIRLS ALUMNI CHRISTMAS EVE ULTIMATE FRISBEE GAME WAS THIS MORNING. Awwwwww, shit! It's the best part of Christmas. We didn't have a very strong showing this year, but we still had a really great time like always. My strong team of Angelo, Lizzie St. Clair, and Mearn battled to the death with Sara Miles, Colleen, and Kristen and Erin Williamson. It was a pretty pitiful game. But what do you expect when it's 30 degrees, it's windy as all hell, you're playing with a cheap pink frisbee you probably stole off a homeless man, and you've got all these cross-country burnouts playing against each other? You've got the bloodiest, most brutal game of ultimate frisbee you've ever witnessed. I cried. Well, no, I didn't. But I should have when I saw what Coach was wearing. Good Lord! A pom-pom knit hat, flannel shirt, sky blue cotton shorts, and white pants underneath is not a fashion statement. Mearn got a good picture of me making fun of him. Aaah. He reminds me a lot of my dad. Just the way he's so easy to make fun of and doesn't get upset when I give him shit for stupid things (such as wearing such a crazy outfit.) Being with everybody, I missed the glory days of cross-country. Back when we used to run the hilly side of Municipal. And Collen would grab my ass back in Botanical Gardens. And Sara and I would make smartass comments to each other. I guess that's what I miss most. The smartass comments. That's the problem with the people at Spring Hill. There aren't enough smartasses. Perhaps the world is a better place without them. But a world without smartasses is not a world I'd like to live in. Anyway, long story short, with conditions the way they were, we played for 20 min. before anybody scored. It was a sad state of affairs. Nobody could catch the frisbee. I had these huge-ass gloves on and used my "pancake" technique for catching. Coach did not approve. Without warning, he grabbed my gloves off my hands, threw them off the field, and told me to get serious. So I shoved him. Then we played for real. It was a pretty good game. We still lost 3-5 but that's only because our end zone had holes and ant hills. Then we stood around and reminisced about the glory days for awhile longer. We freezed our asses off. But it was worth it. Any excuse to hear Coach be a smartass to all of us.
We had the Annual Christmas Eve party at our house this year. The Dooleys have finally copped out on us and didn't show up. This is a sad day, my friends. But it was still a really good time. The Dolans, Backeses, Harrises, and Woods came. We also had some stragglers: Matt Agee, Alex Morris, and Philip & Cather Cala. Plenty of finger food for all. I just weighed myself. I gained 5 pounds just tonight. Ah, the joys of Christmas. As long as I keep this up, my hopes for breaking 20 min. again will slowly dwindle away... but on the plus side, I'll be fat and lazy. So it's a tough call. I gave in and drank Coke tonight. Then Chris decided to be nice and refill my cup for me. But somehow on the way back from the kitchen, my cup fell into the wrong hands (Matt's) and when it got back to me, there was a little extra ingredient in my Coke. I've never gone to Mass drunk before... Some people are still here. They're watching 24 hours of A Christmas Story. It finally feels like Christmas. It's just about time for Midnight Mass. I hope Santa doesn't skip our house just because we're still awake :0! Merry Christmas, everybody. I gotta go fondle my sweaters. And Jesus! somebody put some clothes on that dog! *glares at Taggert*