Interesting. Recieved a pack of gum at the Christmas wrestling party. A pencil sharpener shaped like an ass, a boobie calender, and a hand puppet with little faces on the fingers were just some of the more memorable paraphernalia that found it's way to the coach's house. Went to Paske's frat party with Caoimhin on the 23rd. It sucked major ass. I had no fun, and sat on the couch all night. This upset Caoimhin, who doesn't understand why I'm not a social butterfly and "refused to have any fun at all." I told him that it was just the way God in his infinite wisdom made me, and also that I didn't like a lot of the people there. You know. And what not. And for some reason, I got really upset later. I was pissed mainly because I was under the impression (hah!) that the two of us were going to be spending the evening together, minus frat boys and a gratuitous amount of beer and stale pizza. (Side note: I have just discovered that everything that everyone says about frat houses is poignantly true. When I walked through the porch, there were large pieces of plaster (from the walls, no less) littering the hallway amidst all varieties of trash imaginable. There was a pizza box with three-week-old pizza hanging out in the Miller/Coors/LaBatt postered den. Who'd a known?) On the 24th, I went to church...my Uncle Quid and his fiancee' Brigitte trained in from Canada, and they looked on as our family (minus Dad) sang in the choir. Apparently, my Grandma decided that she was sick and Christmas Eve was NOT happening there, as it does every year. So Christmas Eve was weird, but markedly fun. Our family went to the Shaffer's. (The mom is my aunt.) The Shaffer's live out in Boonyville, own two horses, and recently gave up several llamas. I enjoyed humiliating childhood stories, hunting jokes, an in depth discussion about hiccuping, among many other things. I recieved a Fred Meyers' gift card (amount unknown) from my aunt, and a check from my grandparents. I like money and all, but take the spirit out of Christmas...geez. Anyway. NOT complaining at ALL. When I got home, I went over to Caoimhins', and we (his family included) went to the Idzi's and played a rousing game of Cranium. It was awesome. Caoimhin, his sister, and I were all on a team together. During the early stages of the game, we were dubbed "Team Way Behind", but we actually came back and won the thing, so that was cool. Post-Idzi party, Caomhin and I hung out at his house, and exchanged our Christmas gifts. He got me this really cute little pink Banana Republic sweater number. And I think he genuinely liked his gifts. I'm glad. We have smoothed th' troubled waters. For now. Knock knock. Today Uncle Q and Brigitte are coming over at one to prepare Christmas faire for the Japanese relations plus Auntie Klara. (Ah yes. I recieved a RugRat's watch, a new portable CD player, "creative cube" crates, a necklace, and a stocking full of dollar store items. Very nice.) Well, I'll probably be writing more later. Bon dieu. |
Well, I'm knocking on wood for the "going very smoothly" comment. Hear that, God? I'm KNOCKING ON WOOD. I feel slightly aggravated. The infuriating distanced tone I heard in his voice is back, and I'm confused as fuck. He is baking cookies with Paske and the boys. (Yes. That's what I said, too.) Oh well. I suppose I should encouraget his kind of behavior. Since tonight is the Christmas wrestling party, I won't get to see him today. I wanted to, but his cookie-baking-guy-loving gets in the way of us being able to see each other. I was getting pissed because he always sounds distracted when he talks to me. Like he's half listening. I hate to typify everything, but it feels like one of those "men want sex women want an emotional connection" kind of moments. Emotionally distant goddamn son of anyways. I hate crediting horoscopes, but does him being emotionally detached and me being over-moody and clingy sound accurate? The whole Cancer/Aquarius Exchange. Am currently listening to Sinead O'Connor. I have to scrounge the house for a lame-ass White Elephant Gift. I'm trying to decide between a pair of socks or, like, a couple sticks of butter or something. Maybe both! The options are endless. I'm tired of writing shit about my uninteresting love life. I should limit the transcriptions to only the truly bizarrities of our relationship. It's always the same shit, always the same problems. I will drive around it. Moonhuck bought me a penguin Target Shirt, a Magnetic Poetry Calendar (bless her little heart), and some eyeshadow I had been eyeing forever. Novabean bought me a "Genius Edition" Magnetic Poetry Set. I love my two friends! Well, it's off to lunch with the rents...I finally finished my Christmas shopping...Ferris Bueller's Day Off/Happy Gilmore and a couple books for Caoimhin, a bath collection for me mum, and a tasteful Mickey Mouse motif tie for my dad...they didn't have any Pokemon ones. I was upset. My sister is getting sumi-e ink, a little ceramic cup, and origami paper. Outie. Later. |
Well, God Damn It. I haven't written shit in a long time. Well, Caoimhin is back, and things have so far gone very smoothly. Very nicely. We've been getting along very well. Except for today when I called him and there were those long silences because neither of us really wants to say anything, and then I get irritated because I think he doesn't want to talk to me. I need to find him a Christmas gift, still. I have purchased the "Happy Gilmore" movie, but I don't think that's enough. Boring, you know. Need a bit more individual flavor up in the mix, hm? Well, I'm going shopping with Novabean in about forty five minutes. Last night, I went with the wrestlers and we TP'd the shit out of the freshmen's houses. We nearly got shot once. We also got the coaches' house, but I'm not sure how good of an idea that was. Guess I'll find out tomorrow in practice, hm? I got Moonhuck a shirt, a necklace, and I burned her a customized CD. Novabean is getting lotion, a fashionable lunchbox, and a customizable CD. |