Ho ho the holidays are days in the dust. Now I am melancholy and not wanting to go back to school. Oh well.
My Christmas was nice. A few days before, on Thursday, I believe, Shannon and I embarked on a seven-hour shopping spree. I managed to get all of my loved ones presents, and I was pretty proud of myself despite the immense foot pain and foolish spending.
I forgot to mention this, but last Monday, Dan and I attended the Baker's employee holiday party, and it pretty much blew. We sat by ourselves, and only about three of my co-workers actually spoke to me. I mean, fuck. I've worked with these people for nearly two years, and one "outside of work" occasion turns them into complete strangers. Additionally, pizza was not served at the party, even though we're a fucking pizza place. What did we eat instead? Fried food. Like wings. Wings. Chicken wings. Motherfucking wings. And bacon and cheddar greasy-ass barf fries. So, as you can imagine, even the free food was not that much of a perk for me. During the gift exchange, I received a vibrating neck massaging pillow thing, and initially, I was pretty excited since I've had a lot of migraines lately. However, it turns out that this apparent "pain aid" is nothing more than a beaded pillow with a vibrating egg-shaped device in the back which can be removed with the ease of a zipper. In other words, a piece of shit. I also received a complementary Baker's hooded sweatshirt as my "standard employee present," but I got ketchup on it a few days later, and even after stain remover a few washings, the stain remains. So, basically the holiday party fucked me in the ass. End of story.
Dan and I went to his friend's house for a party last Friday. It was an awkward occasion for me, to say the very least. Luckily, Damein was with us, so I felt slightly less panicked. Additionally, the night was not a complete loss because I witnessed Dan's friend Cory nearly shatter a section of ceiling whilst playing tennis on the much-acclaimed Wii game system. Many laughs were had by all.
Saturday was Christmas at my mom's parents' house. They essentially suck, and it was boring. They had several meat snacks to enjoy followed by a meat meal which I missed because I had to work at five. Yay.
But I did receive $100, a Wal*mart gift card, and some Bath and Body Works shiznite.
Saturday night was fun. After work, Dan and I visited with Damein until the early morn, also known as Christmas Eve. Then we returned to mi casa and slept. We awoke in the afternoon to support the St. Louis Rams in my living room with dad. They won, and all was well. Dan visited his parents to celebrate Christmas with them, and my family went to my grandparents' where we ate Subway sandwiches and homemade potato soup while discussing politics. We also opened presents and had a bit o' Bailey's Irish Cream. Eventually, Dan came back to my house, and we went to the late Christmas Eve church service with the rest of my family.
Upon returning home, he helped me wrap all of my presents for my family. It was lovely.
On Christmas Day afternoon, I opened all of my presents with my family. Dan helped pass out presents. I received a lot of kickass shit, like a Dust Buster, a Harley Quinn Barbie, a Catwoman action figure, the new Muse album, American Psycho on DVD, and some scandalous underwear. Dan stayed for Christmas dinner and then left for Columbus shortly thereafter.
Post-Christmas was interesting. I had my first-ever encounter with a gynecologist December 26th. It wasn't as scary as I've always been told it would be, but it's not something I'd like to repeat every year. Unfortunately, it looks as though I must.
Dan and I exchanged gifts in Columbus after my appointment. He got me a Coheed shirt, some pins, Punch-Drunk Love, Broken Flowers, and a Pearl Jam concert all on DVD, some socks, and the new U2 book. Damein got me an American Psycho pillowcase, which is more than bad ass. Dan enjoyed all of his gifts... which included!: new Vans, a Team Zissou shirt, some Spiderman comic books, a Pink Floyd shirt, a Beatles calendar, a Marvel Comics hoodie, the second season of The Office (BBC version) on DVD, two pairs of pants, a sweater, a purple dress shirt, FUBU socks, fleece sleep pants, boxers... and I think that's it. Oh, and he still has a winter coat coming in the mail. Yay for gifts. All in all, a nice Christmas.
So, here I am, hormonal and still in Columbus. I have been emotional and in need of constant cuddling these past few days, and so I remain. I like the video game Guitar Hero, but I am not that great at it... and I am getting tired of hearing Rage's "Killing in the Name Of" over and over since Damein and Tom are having a war over points for that particular song. I am drinking some white wine, but I don't really enjoy it unless it's considerably watered-down with 7-Up. I don't want to work on Saturday. I don't want to go shopping for school shit. I don't want to return to Athens on the second of January. Blaaaah... I am in a "don't want to do anything" mood, and I hate it.
That's about all. I have plenty of holiday pictures for later.
My Christmas was nice. A few days before, on Thursday, I believe, Shannon and I embarked on a seven-hour shopping spree. I managed to get all of my loved ones presents, and I was pretty proud of myself despite the immense foot pain and foolish spending.
I forgot to mention this, but last Monday, Dan and I attended the Baker's employee holiday party, and it pretty much blew. We sat by ourselves, and only about three of my co-workers actually spoke to me. I mean, fuck. I've worked with these people for nearly two years, and one "outside of work" occasion turns them into complete strangers. Additionally, pizza was not served at the party, even though we're a fucking pizza place. What did we eat instead? Fried food. Like wings. Wings. Chicken wings. Motherfucking wings. And bacon and cheddar greasy-ass barf fries. So, as you can imagine, even the free food was not that much of a perk for me. During the gift exchange, I received a vibrating neck massaging pillow thing, and initially, I was pretty excited since I've had a lot of migraines lately. However, it turns out that this apparent "pain aid" is nothing more than a beaded pillow with a vibrating egg-shaped device in the back which can be removed with the ease of a zipper. In other words, a piece of shit. I also received a complementary Baker's hooded sweatshirt as my "standard employee present," but I got ketchup on it a few days later, and even after stain remover a few washings, the stain remains. So, basically the holiday party fucked me in the ass. End of story.
Dan and I went to his friend's house for a party last Friday. It was an awkward occasion for me, to say the very least. Luckily, Damein was with us, so I felt slightly less panicked. Additionally, the night was not a complete loss because I witnessed Dan's friend Cory nearly shatter a section of ceiling whilst playing tennis on the much-acclaimed Wii game system. Many laughs were had by all.
Saturday was Christmas at my mom's parents' house. They essentially suck, and it was boring. They had several meat snacks to enjoy followed by a meat meal which I missed because I had to work at five. Yay.
But I did receive $100, a Wal*mart gift card, and some Bath and Body Works shiznite.
Saturday night was fun. After work, Dan and I visited with Damein until the early morn, also known as Christmas Eve. Then we returned to mi casa and slept. We awoke in the afternoon to support the St. Louis Rams in my living room with dad. They won, and all was well. Dan visited his parents to celebrate Christmas with them, and my family went to my grandparents' where we ate Subway sandwiches and homemade potato soup while discussing politics. We also opened presents and had a bit o' Bailey's Irish Cream. Eventually, Dan came back to my house, and we went to the late Christmas Eve church service with the rest of my family.
Upon returning home, he helped me wrap all of my presents for my family. It was lovely.
On Christmas Day afternoon, I opened all of my presents with my family. Dan helped pass out presents. I received a lot of kickass shit, like a Dust Buster, a Harley Quinn Barbie, a Catwoman action figure, the new Muse album, American Psycho on DVD, and some scandalous underwear. Dan stayed for Christmas dinner and then left for Columbus shortly thereafter.
Post-Christmas was interesting. I had my first-ever encounter with a gynecologist December 26th. It wasn't as scary as I've always been told it would be, but it's not something I'd like to repeat every year. Unfortunately, it looks as though I must.
Dan and I exchanged gifts in Columbus after my appointment. He got me a Coheed shirt, some pins, Punch-Drunk Love, Broken Flowers, and a Pearl Jam concert all on DVD, some socks, and the new U2 book. Damein got me an American Psycho pillowcase, which is more than bad ass. Dan enjoyed all of his gifts... which included!: new Vans, a Team Zissou shirt, some Spiderman comic books, a Pink Floyd shirt, a Beatles calendar, a Marvel Comics hoodie, the second season of The Office (BBC version) on DVD, two pairs of pants, a sweater, a purple dress shirt, FUBU socks, fleece sleep pants, boxers... and I think that's it. Oh, and he still has a winter coat coming in the mail. Yay for gifts. All in all, a nice Christmas.
So, here I am, hormonal and still in Columbus. I have been emotional and in need of constant cuddling these past few days, and so I remain. I like the video game Guitar Hero, but I am not that great at it... and I am getting tired of hearing Rage's "Killing in the Name Of" over and over since Damein and Tom are having a war over points for that particular song. I am drinking some white wine, but I don't really enjoy it unless it's considerably watered-down with 7-Up. I don't want to work on Saturday. I don't want to go shopping for school shit. I don't want to return to Athens on the second of January. Blaaaah... I am in a "don't want to do anything" mood, and I hate it.
That's about all. I have plenty of holiday pictures for later.
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acet:
Respect the mustache!!
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cassiopeia:
I see that Acetracer has my back. 