December 26, 2007

• Christmas Report

  My Christmas wasn’t really eventful.  It’s nothing
  like my last entry, and if you want something short and funny, I
  suggest you check out Jarrad’s
  entry for his Christmas in Japan.  I’ve added a
  comment, which at least I think is funny.  I meant to write
  another entry, but I had a hard drive crash on me, and after a night of
  crying, I had to bite down and buy a new laptop.  I was
  already planning to do this, but not until February, mostly because I
  hated my old laptop, and the problems that it gave me.  Also,
  I hsd just finished my Christmas Shopping, so this was a painful
  expense, In any case, the new one is a small HP with a touch screen,
  which has made me too lazy to use a mouse or the touch pad.  I
  mean, why move the mouse ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SCREEN, when I can
  instantly touch it into place.  Also, I log in to websites
  with my fingerprint.

  First off, I did just
  about all of my Christmas shopping online, which means that I did not
  have to fight with the swarming masses who were all looking to save
  their money by spending it.  It’s as though everyone forgets
  that this happens every 12 months, until the news tells them about
  other people who were trampled at Best Buy.  Normally you
  could not pay me to go to a store to buy something during the week
  before Christmas.  Even if it was something that I actually
  needed.

  However, my aunt had some shopping to finish,
  ON CHRISTMAS EVE, and invited me along.  I actually decided to
  go, mostly due to morbid curiosity.  I wanted to see the
  fighting and desperation.  I wanted to watch two women fight
  for the last of an item that they believed would secure them the
  undying love of their child.  I wanted to, without need,
  instigation situations, and maybe get in a shove or two.  
  Maybe I should sign up for Blackwater.

  Unfortunately,
  shopping
  was not as hectic as I anticipated, with things being
  somewhat crowded, but generally civil.  All I could do to
  amuse myself was make witty remarks to my aunt as she shopped for her
  dad’s gift to her mom, and ensure that those in earshot would hear it,
  making their laughter a qualifier for my
  statement.

  Before I forget, I took Tigger home
  with me.  I arrive home before my mom returns, and get a call
  from her:

  Mom: So, where are you?
  Me: I’m at
  home.
  Mom: When are you coming to visit?
  Me: I’m
  already here.  I’m at “home” home.
  Mom: Oh, did you
  bring Tigger with you?
  Me: Yeah, he’s here.
  Mom: Oh,
  good. (And then she hangs up).

  So, my cat gets higher
  billing than I do.  To make matters worse, she comes home, the
  first one she says “Hi” to is Tigger.

  Black
  6, out.

  • 3:12 pm
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