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12/26/2005: "Margret Thactcher, Dragon Hatcher."

Christmas is bitchin', in my humble opinion. I love what happened Christmas eve too. I knew something like what happened was going to happen too. I could tell from the moment I woke up.

Even though it was the Christmas eve, Me and pops needed to go out and pick up some last minute supplies for the Christmas dinner. We took the little Geo that could and we drove it all the hell over. Thing is, since last time we took it, it's had less then no gas, so we were waiting for it to just sputter and run out of go. And for some reason the idea of being stranded on the side of the road somewhere waiting for someone to pick us up seemed...like the thing most appropreate to happen. Maybe like a shorter distance version of when someone is stranded in an airport because their flight's been delayed.

But, that didn't happen to us. We made it to a gas station and filled up and then, made it to the Warwick shoprite (a story yet to come), the licquer store in Chester, and even made it over to Ryan's house to make an appearance since I really wanted to go play Brikwars on friday but I had other obligations allready, but I still needed to give holiday wishes and reinforce my presence in our group of friends by being a nussiance as is my way (see below for more). In fact, along the way we stopped to pick up a hubcap off the side of the road because it looked like it might fit on the little Geo that could, which happened to be missing one! (FYI it did fit, but by the time we got home it was gone, and we're not sure when it fell off.) It was interesting though, cause my dad started laughing once we got moving again, because apparently it reminded him of the kinda shit he used to do when he was my age (again, an interesting point to be discused at a later date). An adventure which ended without much drama.

Later on however, something else happened. 9:00 Christmas mass. Normally we go to this mass at 12:00, but that night we went at 9 because...old people like to sleep. Once mass was over, we went out to the van, turn the key and... KRUNK! Eh? Try again...KRUNKguhguh... The van was dead. Dead dead. Luckily, Tim was there with his family (Tim being at church at all was a the Christmas miriacle, but that he was there to give us a desprate life was also one) and they gave a lift to my mom and uncle back to the house to get another car. I coulda gone to, but something told me stay with pops. And wouldn't ya know it, it turned out like I knew it would. Stranded in a car wiating for a ride on the Christmas eve. Freaking apropreate, and freaking psychic.

Which leads me into my next point. Now, this is going to cause me to be a lame nerdy dramatic loser, but just roll with me, this is what I'm meant for.

So, after such things as Chrono Trigger/Cross, Sailor Moon, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, the Fifth Element, and a good amount of other nerdy things, I've been looking for what my element could be. Water? Well, I do like the rain...but I really hate swiming and shit. Darkness? Well, black clothes all the time and an adversion to light, but only when I spend to much timein the basement, so I don't think that's it. Fire? ::burns self:: OW. NO. Wind, earth...heart...sound, sand, soul, love... Nope. Then it hit me. DRAMA! Whether it's standing in the rain thinking of how I've been turned down from all chances for happyness or being the Paintball hitman angel of death desperado lone gunman, or even the evil genius who slowly reveals his plot while the city has fire rained down upon it behind him, or that one last vitality filled young hero who must face down the eternal colossus on the top of the ruins of the greatest castle in the land. Or something like that. But yeah, nothing ever said it had to be the standard type element. It's just the sort of thing that you have control over/connection with/just is what you do. You know what I mean. And actually, based on that definition, I'd be interested in hearing what you think your element is.

And after that, is it any supprise that I'm so good a the Specialists with all it's glass shattering-Trenchcoat wearing-katana weilding-slow motion diving glory?

Yeah. I also wanted to just make note that I hate not being able to see my friends for more then 4 minutes at a time. It sucks ass. It's even worse when I talk to people who seem to never be apart from their friends and have a great time all the time. I know I don't want that, cause if I never had any time to myself I Would freaking kill some people, but at the same time it's that whole grass is greener thing, and I feel like I may need to freaking kill some people with out. Cause I have some realy awesome times with my friends when we do get together, but when it's two times a month when lucky and it seems like everyone else is still together the rest of the time, well that feels like isolation and that feels like some fucking depressing and agrivating shit. Serriously. But that's going to change soon though. I'm going to make it change.

Btw, Merry the Christmas or whatever you're doing for the coldness season.

F*R*A*G:

Think about it. There's a lot of stress in the world. You can say it's always been there, but in this day and age especially. And when you're walking down the streets, and you see this entire race of flamboyantly French pale mutes, they present an opertunity. No one has ever cared for their well being really, and we should be greatful for that. They are a release for excess stress. When you need to totally flip out, here's a great time to. And anytime you see one not being thrashed, then is really is a poor sight. Remember, a mime is a terrible thing to waste.

or,

"If R. Kelly goes to jail, I'll pee on your cat!"