tds

Okay, so the Las Vegas plan is slowly dying. I mean, yeah, it sucks. Sure, i've got a virtual guarantee of any kind of debauchery i can think of, a chance to hang out with the best brother a guy could hope for, & both an MSI & a fucking Who concert (i didn't even know they were playing there). But, hey, why go out & have fun when i could be trapped in Lake County, surrounded by family, hearing about how nothing has changed except for the fact i'm a failure in some way? I've come to the conclusion in the last six months or so that my family is fucking crazy. I won't get into the supremely dirty pool my mom tried to pull on me this afternoon when i tried again to tell her my plans, & make sure i was a good child & angered as few people as possible. I mean i owe them that much. My parents promised to fly me to Vegas when i turned 21, a promise i've made sure for the last however many years since i've gone out of my way to make sure was kept. Since my birthday was surrounded by illness & midterms, it wasn't the time. I will say though, if i can't go for Thanksgiving, i'll DEFINITELY be there in January for however long i can.

I despise Thanksgiving. It always seems to bring out the worst in people, at least my family. Stress, anxiety, underlying feelings of unhappiness that no one will admit for fear of actually mentioning the goddamn gorilla in the room. And that fucking parade...god. My mom watches the damn thing all the way through. Every year i've been at the house, i get up & see Matt Lauer pimping balloons halfheartedly & Al Roker interviewing the stars of the newest Fall TV excess, then that fat bastard comes out on his sleigh & delights children everywhere who've spent the last eight or so hours waiting for his ten minute appearance at the very end of this godforsaken parade. Football is the only real salvation, but then after the parade i seem to always miss the games i want to see. So yeah, i hate this holiday with every fiber of my being. Any holiday that makes me not look forward to Christmas is bad, because i'm a Christmas person. Hell i'm seriously debating rocking some Burl Ives right now. Anyway, if anyone in the LC is going to be in the area should i end up there (which is getting more likely), let me know.

I need to move further in town. South Sac is horrible. Well, horrible is strong, but it is definitely unpleasant. I spent Halloween avoiding trick or treaters, which went surprisingly well. I'm not nearly as sick anymore, but still nasty. The accoustics of the apartment complex made it possible to hear them coming.

I'll be in class, though. just to piss off the Film History guy, who was kind enough to send me that dickish email when i was sick. I don't think i'll pass that class, but whatever, i'll pass the others. You can't win them all, but i'll try.

I need to get out & do more stuff. Drinking is no fun without people. I'd say sex is the same way.

I may or may not sleep, because i've decided beer & Ambien might not go well together. If i fall asleep, it'll be in like three hours, & i'll have to wake up in six to at least keep the dream of being in class alive. Otherwise, whatever. My natural sleep cycle is odd anyway. Late nights are just fun to me, even if i'm bored as fuck. There's always a "Fresh Prince" marathon somewhere, & i'm amazed i lived to long as a wrestling fan without WWE 24/7 (although i can't stay awake for a lot of the more recent stuff, oddly). And Adult Swim is the shit, i've found. I've only gotten really into watching it within the last couple months. But, yeah, whatever. I miss Ukiah & having Showtime just to watch horrible softcore porn late at night. "Lord of the G Strings" is incredible. Reminds me, i recorded "Gladiator Eroticus" somewhere.

Anyway, yeah, this has been a truly miserable post, proud as i am for the Thanksgiving slander. Anyway, yeah, there you go.