So this is X-mas...
...and what a weird one it has been--mark you it's not over yet!
I sit here at nine fifteen in the morning wearing my wool army hat over my Red Sox cap (not exactly faithful, am I?) typing at the computer.
No, I'm NOT waiting for Mom and Dad to get up. Well, not as much as the years before. We went to midnight mass last night--that IS 12:00 a.m., yes. At Saint Mary's it's "midnight mass"--10:30. However, this is in Easthampton, where Father Honan now resides. Wow, we got home at like 1:30 and we were wired yet sleep-deprived.
You know, this year is completely different. What a stupid sentence. Not just different, completely bizarre, completely tight, crazy adjectives that I could never use before. And what's there to expect, of COURSE this year is different, just like every year. But this year was MUCH more different.
College work.
Still not quite done with it. ONE more app online and scholarships. C'est tout, je pense. I'll tell you, this college work did something to me that's never happened to me before, and it's besides losing my sanity. It made me late for getting X-mas present. I vow NEVER to go out shopping two (or even three) days before X-mas--especially at the mall.
Yeah, Thurs. was when the shopping started. Thurs. was the shit. The whole week, in fact, was accomplished. I worked hard (especially in AP Bio), I took my French final (and it is sad, but I'll get over not being in it anymore), and I have almost officially started our school's table tennis club with Joel!!!
Yep, Thurs. was awesome. I played table tennis THREE times (two times at school) and then at home I beat the J-man 2 out of three. Beginner's luck--it's a new hot paddle that's doing all the work, heh.
Then Allie and I picked up K-Schimmy after dinner Thurs. night and we went shopping downtown. I got one present for mom at the frickin'-expensive but always loveable Mountain Goat. We went to Herrell's where I saw Amanda (long time no see) and yah, it was a good time.
Then all hell broke loose, and I decided to go to the mall (mind you, the Hadley one, but it still wasn't any better) with Allie. We also got Jessica, which was strange for my sis and her at first, but they got to be officially friends...I think. WOW, it was a BLIZZARD of cars. Never again. We almost got creamed two times, and crossing from the actual mall over to the "Walmart" side (don't worry, we didn't go THERE) was HORRENDOUS. I had to use my super sense to navigate here--'cause there were like ten different ways cars were coming from!!! AGHK!!! I'm surprised I didn't lose my mind...oh, wait, didn't I say I already had? Yeah, and I'm surprised we didn't get creamed.
Speaking of crazy and driving, on our way out of Hell, 'scuse me, Hadley, we saw a perculiar site. A car with a lot of liberal bumper stickers on its rump kept coming to stops (because we were going anywhere, to tell you the truth) and the right back passenger side door we swing open and a crazy teenage kid with frizzy, curly, WILD hair would jump out and bolt, right through traffic. It was one of the most amusing things I've witnessed in all my life, no doubt. Fearless, he was. We only saw him do it twice. The second time we were stopped two cars behind him by the Hadley RMV and he bolted. Really, we still don't know what it was in that kid's mind--whether it was a dare to run around through holiday shopping traffic or 'cause he was making light of the situation since we weren't going anywhere. Either way, it was still hilarious. So he got up and ran around and then slipped and fell on his face in one of those now hard (frozen solid), FILTHY, side of the road snow patches. HARDLY snow anymore, mind you. Hah, we didn't see him do it again. Probably 'cause it had his car compadres rattled. They didn't want him to slip and fall under a car's wheel. Oh, the stories I could tell. The stories I can tell...
Yeah, so before I move on, I want to say I've felt oddly unphased by this whole X-mas experience. It is definitely partially from the damn college work--phasing me unmoved by all the beautiful decorations or carols or even moods, for that matter. I've been mellow and somber and Allie has to check up on me now and again. In church last night I did finally hatch out of it and began singing. That Honan man always makes ya feel better. He's just got some sort of power. Power of Christ, no?
Yeah, it has to do with the college work, but also my personal growth. How corny is this--I feel like the classic naughty boy this year. And I'm not ecstatic to open my presents. How strange is that? No matter, I'm sure it'll hit when I'm tearing the wrapping off my first.
Actually, I'm going to go do some of that hard unwrapping work in a few minutes, seeing as the rents are rising slowly but surely. I have so much more to talk about--you don't want to miss it, kids!
I sit here at nine fifteen in the morning wearing my wool army hat over my Red Sox cap (not exactly faithful, am I?) typing at the computer.
No, I'm NOT waiting for Mom and Dad to get up. Well, not as much as the years before. We went to midnight mass last night--that IS 12:00 a.m., yes. At Saint Mary's it's "midnight mass"--10:30. However, this is in Easthampton, where Father Honan now resides. Wow, we got home at like 1:30 and we were wired yet sleep-deprived.
You know, this year is completely different. What a stupid sentence. Not just different, completely bizarre, completely tight, crazy adjectives that I could never use before. And what's there to expect, of COURSE this year is different, just like every year. But this year was MUCH more different.
College work.
Still not quite done with it. ONE more app online and scholarships. C'est tout, je pense. I'll tell you, this college work did something to me that's never happened to me before, and it's besides losing my sanity. It made me late for getting X-mas present. I vow NEVER to go out shopping two (or even three) days before X-mas--especially at the mall.
Yeah, Thurs. was when the shopping started. Thurs. was the shit. The whole week, in fact, was accomplished. I worked hard (especially in AP Bio), I took my French final (and it is sad, but I'll get over not being in it anymore), and I have almost officially started our school's table tennis club with Joel!!!
Yep, Thurs. was awesome. I played table tennis THREE times (two times at school) and then at home I beat the J-man 2 out of three. Beginner's luck--it's a new hot paddle that's doing all the work, heh.
Then Allie and I picked up K-Schimmy after dinner Thurs. night and we went shopping downtown. I got one present for mom at the frickin'-expensive but always loveable Mountain Goat. We went to Herrell's where I saw Amanda (long time no see) and yah, it was a good time.
Then all hell broke loose, and I decided to go to the mall (mind you, the Hadley one, but it still wasn't any better) with Allie. We also got Jessica, which was strange for my sis and her at first, but they got to be officially friends...I think. WOW, it was a BLIZZARD of cars. Never again. We almost got creamed two times, and crossing from the actual mall over to the "Walmart" side (don't worry, we didn't go THERE) was HORRENDOUS. I had to use my super sense to navigate here--'cause there were like ten different ways cars were coming from!!! AGHK!!! I'm surprised I didn't lose my mind...oh, wait, didn't I say I already had? Yeah, and I'm surprised we didn't get creamed.
Speaking of crazy and driving, on our way out of Hell, 'scuse me, Hadley, we saw a perculiar site. A car with a lot of liberal bumper stickers on its rump kept coming to stops (because we were going anywhere, to tell you the truth) and the right back passenger side door we swing open and a crazy teenage kid with frizzy, curly, WILD hair would jump out and bolt, right through traffic. It was one of the most amusing things I've witnessed in all my life, no doubt. Fearless, he was. We only saw him do it twice. The second time we were stopped two cars behind him by the Hadley RMV and he bolted. Really, we still don't know what it was in that kid's mind--whether it was a dare to run around through holiday shopping traffic or 'cause he was making light of the situation since we weren't going anywhere. Either way, it was still hilarious. So he got up and ran around and then slipped and fell on his face in one of those now hard (frozen solid), FILTHY, side of the road snow patches. HARDLY snow anymore, mind you. Hah, we didn't see him do it again. Probably 'cause it had his car compadres rattled. They didn't want him to slip and fall under a car's wheel. Oh, the stories I could tell. The stories I can tell...
Yeah, so before I move on, I want to say I've felt oddly unphased by this whole X-mas experience. It is definitely partially from the damn college work--phasing me unmoved by all the beautiful decorations or carols or even moods, for that matter. I've been mellow and somber and Allie has to check up on me now and again. In church last night I did finally hatch out of it and began singing. That Honan man always makes ya feel better. He's just got some sort of power. Power of Christ, no?
Yeah, it has to do with the college work, but also my personal growth. How corny is this--I feel like the classic naughty boy this year. And I'm not ecstatic to open my presents. How strange is that? No matter, I'm sure it'll hit when I'm tearing the wrapping off my first.
Actually, I'm going to go do some of that hard unwrapping work in a few minutes, seeing as the rents are rising slowly but surely. I have so much more to talk about--you don't want to miss it, kids!