You know how it works, the commericalization of a once-religious holiday, coupled with more commericalism days ahead.
Aren't I just the cryptic bastard that ruins everyone's holiday cheer? What can I say, I detest the holiday, and yesterday morning/afternoon waking up to find out that my TV and stereo both wouldn't work. Something shorted out the outlets on this side of the house. Blarg. To my internet being on the brink and me being lucky if I could get a proper IP address to the comp. To my mom insisting me buying dinner for my parents. To my dad making fun of my outfit the entire time I was there, and listening to my dad yell at my mom for driving the leased car to the Casino for two concerts, to this morning's yelling at my mom for going to Canadian Tire for a new battary after it died while he was away instead of somewhere else.
Although I have a renewed sense of wanting to learn how to pierce, since last night my dad put the idea into my head that there's a huge demand for tattoo artists and piercers in China, yet no one there really knows how to do it. Only thing is I'd need to learn Manderin, and know it fluently if I were to survive there. Meh, hire a University of Beijing English Major and I'd be set! Hmm…. me working as a piercer in China. Or Hong Kong. Now THATS an idea!
Although my mom wants to take me to Mexico for my reading week. Blah. I don't know yet, I don't wanna go with my mother is the thing. And I was really hoping to hang out at Foxx's for the week. I'm sure I will be able to find a weekend somewhere one day. I usually have weekends to myself. Thus first-step in learning how to pierce. How to properly sweep/mop the place 
On the other hand, the X-mas eve dinner at Phil & Badur's was uberfun, watching Badur attempt to eat an entire box of Turtles, then cram brownies covered in icecream down our throats Hanging out & talking to everyone about the problems of men and their sexual drives and to a lesser extent “the one that got away.” I also forgot everyone's presents at home, and unloaded a dozen cans of icedtea for them to consume. Oh, and Phil explained to me the oddity that is my camera, and that the funny looking things that happen are not it's fault, but the camera operator's fault, usually, the guy who was trying to do his own friendster pictures! Oh, the like 6 pictures I took will be up shortly.
F*** I talk a lot.
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