Christmas Spirit

It's easy to see what Christmas is all about. The last few years, the holiday has been really mediocre. I thought maybe it was just because I wasn't a kid anymore. But this year I am so excited. It's the first year I've been on my own, but my whole family is getting together. Twimmie and KK came up from Lakey. Forget Christmas, hanging out with them is so much fun. Well, KK, anyway. Last night we played Ring Around the Rosie a bazillion times, and "Splooge," a game where you spin around in circles while holding a basket. "Let's Splooge, Aun'ie!"

But anyway, giving is good too. My secret santa person was SW. I was so happy to find that out, six months ago or whatever. I ended up buying her a book by Angelina Jolie, her favorite actress. She opened it -- she came back to the spare desk and hugged me. She kept telling me how cool I am, and that was the best present ever. Her mom even told me that "Maybe this will get her to read something besides National Enquirer."

Later, my mom, who kept bugging me with what SW thought of the book, asked Janie. She aparently said, (rolling her eyes, of course), "We have a threesome with Angelina Jolie."


Then there was later in the day, when Walker and I were walking. Every day, we see a guy whose name is "The Guy on Rollerskates With the Dog." Not really. His name is "Kent Clark." He just quit his job, so we won't see him much anymore. We (Walker and I) thought it would be fun to get him christmas cards. I made a really cool one, with a picture of his dog on rollerskates, pulling him through the air as he clings on for dear life.

When we meet up with Kent Clark, he was SO suprised. He kept saying thank you, and that he was lower than pond scum for not getting us something. (It didn't matter though. It's not like we were expecting anything.) But you know what he did do, he kissed me! (He kissed Walker too.) But it was SO funny. Me and Walker giggled about it all day.

(Waiting for) Absolution

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

There’s Only One More Week ‘Til Christmas

(Bonus points to anyone who knows the song. Oh, I do! Bonus points to me!)

I got all (as in every last piece) of my christmas shopping done yesterday. Everything is wrapped (except for the pictures I got for my family.)

Every last piece, bought and carefully wrapped, with a cute little bow on top ... except for my girlfriend. I know what I want to get her, but, um, let's just say I wouldn't be comfortable with her opening it on Christmas in front of either of our families. Well, I don't know her family, but I wouldn't want her to open in front of mine. Not because it's bad -- I just don't think they would understand the joke.

You know what? I just thought about a serious gift to get her. I should get both! I would tell you what it is, but I'm not sure if she still reads this, or if she'd read it in the next week.

It would be like writing what I got my uncles for christmas. Though I will say that I ended up wrapping both of their gifts together, though each one is clearly labled. I had a third part in there to share.

As for the pictures I got for my grandma, they are really cute. Relativly speaking, of course. I don't like looking at pictures of myself. But the look on my face ... between my smile and my eyes, I can tell you exactly what I was thinking.

Pictures, Part Two

I have a feeling that I may be buying a lot of cameras now ... or just ask for one next year for Christmas. (We have to wait to see how the pictures turn out first.)

After dinner, I went outside and rehung up my christmas lights. I bought an extenstion cord, so I had to restring everything through my porch. My feet got cold, because I didn't put shoes on.

I then grabbed the camera, stood on my porch, and took a picture. I couldn't fit all the lights into it, so I decided to go downstairs for the picture.

Once in the hallyway, I promptly took a picture of my front door. I don't know why. Several steps later, I took a picture of my cool neighbor's front door. Maybe I'll claim that's mine, because he has stuff outside I frequently think about stealing. I wouldn't, though, don't worry.

I then decided to take a picture of the stairs.

Finally, I made it outside. I couldn't take a picture of just my porch, so my lazy neighbor's lights are also in picture. Rather than painstackingly loop the lights around the railing, they threw them on there, kind of like a figure 8. Lazyheads.

While I was downstairs, I took a picture of my other cool neighbor's lights, too. They flash.

On the way back up, I thought it would be funny to take a picture of myself. (Because I'm funny looking, Debbie would say. Not my sis, Twim, but Debbie in the office.)

Pictures, Part One

(Aka: The only part that's happened so far)

I went christmas shopping this evening, while waiting for my girlfriend to get off work. (I drove her home, 'cause I'm cool like that.) I got a camera. I've never had one before, but I wanted to be able to take pictures of my christmas lights for my uncles. Though maybe I'll take a picture of my neighbors and pretend they're mine. (Not really, though.)

First thing: I got home and wanted to try out the camera. I rip into the little cardboard box only to find that its wrapped in plastic. I try to get it out unsucessfully. I was worried it might take pictures it I pressed the wrong button. I finally got frustrated, and decided to make a corndog for dinner.

While it was in the microwave, I tried again to open it, finally mavoring it out of the packaging. Right off, I tried to take a picture. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing happened. Staring at the camera, I finally realize my mistake. I bet I had to wind it up first.

I tried taking a picture. It clicked. Whoa, that was easy, I thought, realizing I had just taken a picture of my boots.

I went into the bathroom and immediatly took a picture of my cat JB. I tried to find Hark, my little lover, but he wasn't interested. Weird, cause he usually comes running when I call his name. I tried to take a picture of him, but he moved. Finally, I got a picture that I hope will come out okay.

Suddenly, I remembered my corndog, and decided to go eat. Pictures of the lights could wait until after dinner ....

(aka, here I go)

"Don't You Wish It'd Go on Forever?"

I just wish she wasn't kidding.

Clothes Shopping

Today, I went shopping with my girlfriend. Normally, I try to avoid clothes shopping.

But it was fun. Really. Despite what everybody thinks. Although I did tell my girlfriend afterwards that I wanted to turn straight so I didn't have to go shopping again. (*I was just kidding, of course!*)

Actually, it was like shopping with my sister. But it was different because A) we didn't look at baby clothes and B) she's a lot more fun to hang out with than my sis.

Clothes are actually kind of weird. I mean, not the clothes themselves, but the styles. A lot of them I'd never wear. Never even touch, if I could help it.

There were a lot of people there. I'm a lot better than I used to be, but I try to avoid going places like that. It takes a lot not to take off running just so I can "escape." My girlfriend says I "blank out," but I don't think that's really what's going on in my head. Some how, when I'm panicked, I convince myself that if I go into my shell and pretend nobody in the world exists but me then everything will be okay.

Another thing: she pointed out that she was the one leading me around the store. I guess it's supposed to be the other way around. That actually remindes me to the oldest horoscope I can remember. It said something like, "you control other people by letting them think they're in control." I told my mom that, and she was like, "Yep. That's you." And though that was about a bazillion years ago, I think it's still true.

Writing Contest

I found a cool writing contest yesterday, with the perfect prompt. It's basically how you would want your life to be. And we all know what I want. Time loop!

It's not an original idea, of course, but I'm sure nobody else is going to write a story about how their life would be if they got caught in one.

My favorite line so far:

"I'll be here tomorrow same time, same cup of coffee."
"Well, it will actually be a different cup of coffee."
"No, it will be the same one, I'm pretty sure."

How Special is your Name?

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 61 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

People with the same name as the Sliders: None. At all. No wonder I couldn't find them in the phone book!

People with the same name as the MC's in Doctor Who: 120 named Rose Tyler. 230 named Mickey Smith. 0 named The Doctor. 0 named Doctor Who.

People with my code names: possibly 8, with a shortened form of one of the names.