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Well, I had a fabulous Christmas. I got a new digital camera, some lipgloss (the best stuff I bought myself at Vicky's.. it's lip plumping and it makes your lips tingle.. wicked cool!), some clothes, some lotion, a Coach purse, that wicked cool 80's music board DVD game, and some $$. Can't complain.. but I've used pretty much all the cash on shopping. Lots of clothes and various other things that I certainly don't need but.. well.. when I see them it seems impossible that I've lived without them. I'm back down to double digits in the checking. Not a pretty sight. Touchy subject too. If only I was smart like my bro and could make money easily. Ok.. he works his ass off. But he does make a decent amount of money. Anyways.. enough about that dreaded subject. I visited my Memere and Uncles today. It was nice to catch up with everyone.. and I may be going to Costa Rica this spring vaca with my Uncle Marc. I can even bring a friend if they're willing to pay for the plane. Unfortunately Kate can't go.. she's kinda on the broke side. How exciting I suppose. It would be nice if my Brandon and Tracy could go, though. You know.. I'm really starting to miss him living at home. I guess I miss my brother. Anyways. When we got home I found out the most terrible thing. My mother takes care of my neighbors animals since my neighbor is in a wheelchair and refuses to do anything for herself. Now normally I'm all let's take care of the people who need help but this lady is really.. blah. She's terrible to her animals and she was terrible to her kids. My mother buys the animals their food and hardly ever gets paid back, she takes out the dogs without even a thank you.. so it's kinda like the pets are my mothers. Well.. one of the dogs ran away, and the owners don't like that dog as much. His name's Keiser.. or Kaiser.. I don't know how to spell it. Well.. if you took Latin, say the word 'Caesar' the way you would in Latin class and that's how you pronounce his name. Anyways, the owner took poor Kaiser who's had the most miserable life to the ASPCA. And he's an old dog.. but sweet as could be. I'm normally afraid of big dogs but he's just so friendly and let anybody pet him and he was even good with my little Jack Russel.. but since he's old nobody will want to buy him so they'll just put the poor dog to sleep. I just feel so terrible. I wish I could take him.. but God knows we have enough animals. But I just feel terrible. Such a good dog had such a hard life living with owners who were terrible to him. His first owners beat him. And here I've gone on and on.. and nothing has been done. I suppose that was pointless, but since the point of livejournal is just rambling I've done well for tonight! And New Years plans? God only knows.. we've been trying to decide for seemingly hours. Hah.. I guess we'll see what happens then.. I think we're going clubbing.