Okay Thanksgiving? Yeah, officially the most boring holiday on record. Spending an hour in the middle of the day eating stuffing and vegetables with your mom and dad, who are yelling at you about college and an itinerary from Spain just doesn't define "holiday spirit" for me. Nor does watching pretty much the entire Avatar marathon on Nickelodeon while playing The Sims. Well, okay let's be honest, my holidays frequently consist of watching cartoons and playing Sims, yet, they shouldn't.
So that was about the height of my holiday. I went to sleep at nine fucking p.m. because no one was really online and I was just bored, so I thought "hell, why not sleep"? Of course then I freaking woke up at 11:45, but I thought it was 1:45, so I tried to force myself back to sleeping. Obviously that didn't work, and then I realized it was now actually 12:12, so I came online, where Caitlin is and we're working out plans for tomorrow. Yeah. I really know how to party on Thanksgiving.
Christmas/ el cumpleanos had better not suck this much.
Erm, let's see. I am still really excited about the snow, even though it's stupid and keeps melting. I'm also excited because I caught padre looking at digital cameras in the Best Buy adverts today. And tomorrow I shall be celebrating black friday. Not at five in the a.m. like some people (Elizabeth), but still. I'm dragging poor Caitlin and her mother, who usually refuse to partake in such events as Black Friday. Silly non-conformist them.
In other news my parents (not both of them actually, just my dad) are being GAY about Sunday in general, and it is a permanent irritance.
I s'pose that's all.
erm.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Winter Wonderland
Well, you all can just imagine my happy surprise when I woke up to the blustery snow. That's right, we're having a full-on blizzard. It's ever so smarvelous. It's blowing about, and because if it, mother will probably never let me out of this bloody house to go to the various locations I would rather spend my Thanksgiving at.
In other news, I finally managed to apply to college. All that's left is managing to get in. Yeah. Um, sure.
Also in other news, Thanksgiving, while being a waste of a day, is a great excuse to lounge around and watch television. Which is obviously what I"m doing now- Fairly Oddparents is on, which fills me with unabounding joy. I may curl up and read a little history. Because I look forward to that type of thing.
Ahhhh snow!!!
In other news, I finally managed to apply to college. All that's left is managing to get in. Yeah. Um, sure.
Also in other news, Thanksgiving, while being a waste of a day, is a great excuse to lounge around and watch television. Which is obviously what I"m doing now- Fairly Oddparents is on, which fills me with unabounding joy. I may curl up and read a little history. Because I look forward to that type of thing.
Ahhhh snow!!!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Would You Please Ignore
haha actual essay (that I didn't actually wind up turning in because I have trouble differentiating "word" from "character")
Usually my Sunday afternoons are filled with rest and relaxation, usually involving me being lazy around the house. However, this Sunday was different, as it is the Sunday before November 27th, the busiest day of the year for me. My day was much more fun filled (and interesting) than usual.
I had woken up that morning late, as always on a Sunday, and watched some Nickelodeon cartoons, completed the sudoku square in Saturday’s paper, and read the Sunday comics. By then it was about noon, and it was time for me to get out of my chair and accomplish some things. I first decided to make some raspberry brownies. I followed the directions on the back of my Nestle© Tollhouse Marble Swirl Chocolate Chip package, and the results were only a bit dismal, thanks to me mistaking the word “butter” for “jam”. However, the brownies were still quite delicious, and continue to sit in my kitchen, where my dieting mother stares longingly at their sweet, scrumptious beauty.
After my brownies were done, I set off in order to buy the many gifts I would need the following Sunday, November 27th. Traditionally, November 27th has been a day of great celebration. My mother celebrates her birthday on this day, along with my best friend Elizabeth, and a few other acquaintances, such as my friends Katie and Adrienne. Furthermore, other dear friends of mine, John and Kristen, celebrate their birthdays on the 28th. Of course, being that these days were still a week away, I had not yet purchased presents for these friends, or my friends with birthdays on the 12th or the 18th, either. I had much to do! So I set off to one of the most bustling places in my average suburban town- Crocker Park, a large outdoor shopping mall.
In Crocker Park, I exercised all manners of my spendthrift nature. I found pants for seven dollars, books for five, and even a silk shirt for twelve. Perhaps this seems like useless suburban brat banter, but when one has limited funds such as I do, such sales are most exciting.
I spent the rest of the afternoon dashing about the Greater Cleveland Suburban Area. I purchased my mother and my friends some excellent gifts, if I do say so myself. I have to admit, I love to shop for others. It feels so good when you give a friend the perfect gift, the one they did not ask for but which you know they will love and which will mean a lot to them. I like to see the looks on their faces when they receive something they have wanted forever, or the laughter in their eyes when I get them a gag gift.
I must admit that after four hours of shopping (and all for others, too, which is impressive) I was quite fatigued. I came home around 4:30 PM to review my gifts and begin wrapping them. Now, two days later, I sit here hoping that I got everyone what they wanted and what they needed. I know it does not really matter what I bought them, because it is the thought that counts. But it still means a lot to me to know that I can match the perfect gift to my friends’ personalities.
corny at the end, but kind of funny if you know me.
Usually my Sunday afternoons are filled with rest and relaxation, usually involving me being lazy around the house. However, this Sunday was different, as it is the Sunday before November 27th, the busiest day of the year for me. My day was much more fun filled (and interesting) than usual.
I had woken up that morning late, as always on a Sunday, and watched some Nickelodeon cartoons, completed the sudoku square in Saturday’s paper, and read the Sunday comics. By then it was about noon, and it was time for me to get out of my chair and accomplish some things. I first decided to make some raspberry brownies. I followed the directions on the back of my Nestle© Tollhouse Marble Swirl Chocolate Chip package, and the results were only a bit dismal, thanks to me mistaking the word “butter” for “jam”. However, the brownies were still quite delicious, and continue to sit in my kitchen, where my dieting mother stares longingly at their sweet, scrumptious beauty.
After my brownies were done, I set off in order to buy the many gifts I would need the following Sunday, November 27th. Traditionally, November 27th has been a day of great celebration. My mother celebrates her birthday on this day, along with my best friend Elizabeth, and a few other acquaintances, such as my friends Katie and Adrienne. Furthermore, other dear friends of mine, John and Kristen, celebrate their birthdays on the 28th. Of course, being that these days were still a week away, I had not yet purchased presents for these friends, or my friends with birthdays on the 12th or the 18th, either. I had much to do! So I set off to one of the most bustling places in my average suburban town- Crocker Park, a large outdoor shopping mall.
In Crocker Park, I exercised all manners of my spendthrift nature. I found pants for seven dollars, books for five, and even a silk shirt for twelve. Perhaps this seems like useless suburban brat banter, but when one has limited funds such as I do, such sales are most exciting.
I spent the rest of the afternoon dashing about the Greater Cleveland Suburban Area. I purchased my mother and my friends some excellent gifts, if I do say so myself. I have to admit, I love to shop for others. It feels so good when you give a friend the perfect gift, the one they did not ask for but which you know they will love and which will mean a lot to them. I like to see the looks on their faces when they receive something they have wanted forever, or the laughter in their eyes when I get them a gag gift.
I must admit that after four hours of shopping (and all for others, too, which is impressive) I was quite fatigued. I came home around 4:30 PM to review my gifts and begin wrapping them. Now, two days later, I sit here hoping that I got everyone what they wanted and what they needed. I know it does not really matter what I bought them, because it is the thought that counts. But it still means a lot to me to know that I can match the perfect gift to my friends’ personalities.
corny at the end, but kind of funny if you know me.