I should take the tree down.
I'm only a week late. My family leaves their tree up until Jan. 6th for Little Christmas and when I moved out I carried on the tradition. I know I should take it down. I should do a lot of things but it's cold in my house and my bed is so warm and reading or watching tv or wasting time on the computer is so much easier. Besides, I got a really cool tree this year. How many people do you know who put a "boxing Devil Puppet" on top of their tree instead of an angel or star or stupid cone looking thing.
I told myself yesterday when I woke up, "Today is the day." Then I started reading the paper and watching a movie (The Ice Harvest. It wasn't too bad.) and then went out for more coffee with my dad. Pretty much the same for the day before and the day before etc. etc. etc.. I'm running out of excuses.
connielingus is waiting on a burned cd I made her to fit a mood she was in over two weeks ago. I have it made. I just haven't sent it to her. She's a realy cool gal. The only thing is I told some people about the cd and they wanted me to do the same thing for them. Now that just gives me one more reason to not go through the effort of taking the tree down. I can't complain. I actually enjoy making mixed cd's. (Anyone want one, tell me your mood and I'll do my best.)
Not much else is going on... Holy shit, how did I forget the most important thing. I'm dusting off the passport again. Ma's family is having another reunion in Ireland. We leave the 28th of Feb and come back the 18th of March. So, yes, I will be enjoying a Guinness on St. Paddy's Day in Dublin. (I just hope they don't have as many Frat boys going out and fuckin' up my drinking like they do here. If I have to hear "Everyone is Irish on St Patrick's Day" standing in line for a beer behind a bunch of fucking jocky frat boys at my favorite pub where I usually don't have to wait for a drink one more time, I'm swearing off going out on St. Pat's completely.)*
Besides that, not much going on. The lady is cool. Wonderful even. We still get along like we just started going out. The family is good (even though my Mom is gonna drive me nuts making plans for this trip.) Work is okay and the pool is the pool.
New book started- Laughter In The Dark by Vladimir Nabokov.
How can you not read a book where the first 2 paragraphs are:
"Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster.
This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit or pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome."
Some other good lines:
"No, you can't take a pistol and plug a girl you don't even know, simply because she attracts you."
and:
"And alongside of these feeble romances there had been hundreds of girls of whom he had never got to know; they had just slid past him, leaving for a day or two that hopless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curb of a bridge; a thing quite impossible to capture."
Some pretty good stuff.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot the "*"
* (note) Grammar can be completely ignored when ranting (thanks Rep.) and raving. This is especially true for run-on sentences and lack of puncuation.
I'm only a week late. My family leaves their tree up until Jan. 6th for Little Christmas and when I moved out I carried on the tradition. I know I should take it down. I should do a lot of things but it's cold in my house and my bed is so warm and reading or watching tv or wasting time on the computer is so much easier. Besides, I got a really cool tree this year. How many people do you know who put a "boxing Devil Puppet" on top of their tree instead of an angel or star or stupid cone looking thing.
I told myself yesterday when I woke up, "Today is the day." Then I started reading the paper and watching a movie (The Ice Harvest. It wasn't too bad.) and then went out for more coffee with my dad. Pretty much the same for the day before and the day before etc. etc. etc.. I'm running out of excuses.
connielingus is waiting on a burned cd I made her to fit a mood she was in over two weeks ago. I have it made. I just haven't sent it to her. She's a realy cool gal. The only thing is I told some people about the cd and they wanted me to do the same thing for them. Now that just gives me one more reason to not go through the effort of taking the tree down. I can't complain. I actually enjoy making mixed cd's. (Anyone want one, tell me your mood and I'll do my best.)
Not much else is going on... Holy shit, how did I forget the most important thing. I'm dusting off the passport again. Ma's family is having another reunion in Ireland. We leave the 28th of Feb and come back the 18th of March. So, yes, I will be enjoying a Guinness on St. Paddy's Day in Dublin. (I just hope they don't have as many Frat boys going out and fuckin' up my drinking like they do here. If I have to hear "Everyone is Irish on St Patrick's Day" standing in line for a beer behind a bunch of fucking jocky frat boys at my favorite pub where I usually don't have to wait for a drink one more time, I'm swearing off going out on St. Pat's completely.)*
Besides that, not much going on. The lady is cool. Wonderful even. We still get along like we just started going out. The family is good (even though my Mom is gonna drive me nuts making plans for this trip.) Work is okay and the pool is the pool.
New book started- Laughter In The Dark by Vladimir Nabokov.
How can you not read a book where the first 2 paragraphs are:
"Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster.
This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit or pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome."
Some other good lines:
"No, you can't take a pistol and plug a girl you don't even know, simply because she attracts you."
and:
"And alongside of these feeble romances there had been hundreds of girls of whom he had never got to know; they had just slid past him, leaving for a day or two that hopless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curb of a bridge; a thing quite impossible to capture."
Some pretty good stuff.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot the "*"
* (note) Grammar can be completely ignored when ranting (thanks Rep.) and raving. This is especially true for run-on sentences and lack of puncuation.
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cuntrebecca:
I didn't realize you had a new (now old) blog. Sometimes that little friend's blog section fill sup so fast I don't see them. Anyway, do you still have your tree up? I remember how I used to have breakdowns when my parents would burn mine every year and make me watch it because it was a "family tradition." I like your tradition much better. I think my tree only stayed up until new year's day. 
connielingus:
Boobies taste better than whiskey. 