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12.30.2004

pick of an old moment

this pick was on a couple months ago, but i think it needs a little return from the grave. i figure that it couldn't hurt to emphasize the purpose of my blog a little more... maybe just for myself... whateva, bedtime.

Pick of the moment

no really. this song can almost bring me to tears every time i hear it. just hearing the first few chords of the song changes my mood.

mewwy chwiiiistmaas, toooo yooooooou

well, christmas went well this year. i was actually more busy than usual. this is the first christmas that i haven't lived at home. it made it more significant i think. because it took extra effort to make it happen. but anyway.

christmas eve i started out finishing up some christmas shopping. i know i know. pretty lame to be shopping on christmas eve, but if you read the last post, that hell ended a few days before that, and whatever i didn't get before those 3 weeks, the i only had a couple days before christmas. blah blah blah... so i did a little shopping, and went to the GF's house to spend the evening with er family. it was pretty nice. good food, good company, and yes-we actually sang christmas carols. that's a first for me. hopefully the last. but who knows...

at about 8pm, i shot to my parent's house and spent the rest of the evening with my dad's side of the family there. it was nice. good food, good company, and we played white elephant. i don't know why it's called that, all i know is i forgot about it so i regifted a christmas mug with some candy in it. :)

spent the night there in the family room with my sisters (kind of a tradition) then did stockings and gifts with the 'rents and sisters that morning. oh ya, and i gotta put a little plug for those TV'holics out there. Yule Log - ch. 6. it's great. moving right along then. After breakfast we went to go see Oceans 12 with the tegners (another christmas tradition) and then went back to their house for Chili and Cornbread (ya, another tradition). that does it for christmas.

the day after christmas was a sunday. that means i have to work. that means that my mom's side of the family was having their party when i had to work. no problem, i just showed up at 3, left at 4. then came back at 8:30. worked out alright. got a cool fleece. and a webcam.

bdee bdeee bdeee that's all folks!

ok, well i've had a little problem with blogging lately. but i blame it all on lack of inspiration.

Situation A:
the only thing on my mind for 3 weeks was work. constantly. you know those times when you are lying in bed awake all night because you're thinking about work. and when you finally go to sleep, you dream about work? and then you wake up (slowly) and go to work and spend the day there, and the evening. then you go home and grab some tea, and fall asleep infront of the tv. then your roomate yells at you to go to bed, so you do, only to lie there awake for hours all over again?

Situaion B:
you know when you've got a fever-but are denying it for a couple days, until it gets bad enough for you to wear thermals under your jeans, and wear a skii jacket when you go to work? and you're still freezing? man i hate that. and when it gets around 10pm your voice goes away, and your throat starts to hurt? eventually the throat thing happens all day, and its too painful to swallow your spit, so you can't even try to eat. i guess it's kinda convenient when every type of food doesn't sound good, and you dont' want to eat anyway. so a little over a week later, you finally accept that you might need to go to the doctor. you go, and the nurses freak out when they see your throat because your tonsils are covered in white spots. so they give you medicine and whatever. you start to get better.

to describe my lack of inspiration, if you combine Situation A with Situation B, you'll start to understand. it's hard to find something to write about when all you want to do is die.

happy holidays.

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