THE LAST POST OF 08!

Another year over my dear reader(s).

My Christmas (year end) newsletter:

The year began with a bang at Sinead's house. We played games like Apples to Apples and made fun of people we went to high school with. January, February, March, April and May went by in a general blur as I drowned myself in school work, particularly chemistry and divination.
The summer was wonderful. I worked at Macys for two incredibly long (but fulfilling!) months before quitting. I worked hard, half-assing it to the best of my abilities. After Macys and I realized we were not compatible, I took to riding my bike during the daytime and and walking the streets at night. All and all, a lucrative, if not productive summer. I also settled on a new major after I came to the realization that I would need about 30 more IQ points and some self discipline to become a doctor. I probably could have overcome the IQ deficit. It was the self discipline part that seemed to pose a problem. Crack is just too damn tasty! I finally settled upon a major in Russian Literature with a minor in cello. All in all, a great decision indeed! I got another job up in Boston, working as a whaler. I also began to tutor the underprivileged in life skills such as Japanese conversational skills and panhandling. First semester came and went, and I spent the first portion of my winter break in Belize, spelunking for rubies.

All and all, a great year!

Happy New Years, guys. I wish for you in 2009 good health, happiness, and lots of ass.

Unfinished Business

As the year rapidly approaches its close, I decided to follow in the footsteps of most magazines and TV shows, and cop out with a retrospective of the year. While the articles in Entertainment Weekly and shows like the Soup may look shiny and new, on closer examination they are just compilations of all the crap you have forgotten from earlier in the year.

Not to worry, though. I realize that my blog is not nearly interesting enough to repeat posts, so I offer to you....

The Rejected Posts of 2008

The blog site saves all of my unfinished posts. I offer to you the post titles and posts that didn't make the cut or I was just to lazy to complete:

If I could wear a sweater made out of tinsel, I would
I love tinsel. I love everything about it. I love how a box of it only costs 59 cents, I love the way it sparkles, and I love how my family coats our Christmas tree in it, despite the fact that our tree is fake.
Last Christmas, I couldn't find tinsel garland in any of the Boston supermarkets. No worries, though, I bought some tinsel garland at Target after the holidays last year (steeply discounted from the original $2 to 80 cents)


A Word about Oprah


Mid-Day Post
I have a little time to kill, and I figure why not write a post?

Warm (my attempt at being sentimental)
Its funny how the pictures you cherish the most aren't the posed ones at JC Penney (that's where we took our pictures. don't hate), but that candid shot of the family in your kitchen or living room.
And its funny how the moments you cherish the most aren't necessarily the milestones--graduations, birthdays, anniversaries--but the little stuff in between.
My childhood is technically over, I suppose. I am having difficulty summing it up in one word, but all in all, it was pretty damn good.
On nights like tonight, when I get nostalgic, I like to wrap myself in those memories. My brother trying to teach me how to ballroom dance when I was 8, watching ER with my family the night before my brother's college graduation, doing wheelbarrows on Kelly's front lawn, driving around Uniondale in search of a restaurant with the family (if you are from Long Island, you realize instantly why that makes no sense)

The Greatest Gift of All

Christmas has come and gone. I talked to many friends and saw my family, warm wishes were shared, some genuine (my friends), some not so much (doesn't matter who).

I gave some awesome presents, and got 30 Rock season 2 on DVD from one brother, and earrings from the other. But the greatest gift of all came from Sarah:

The gift of an empty house on New Year's Eve, filled with the promise of an intimate party of close friends and a drunken entry into 2009.

I have started sorta dating a new guy. He doesn't drink, and I have said to my friends and family that if it becomes anything serious, I am willing to put drinking behind me. My friends understood; my mother was horrified. Of course I don't mean alcohol all together (my family would shun me) but the whole teenage binge drinking thing.

We aren't anything serious at all, though. Two dates does not warrant any promises or commitments--therefore, bring on New Years Eve!

Christmas Confession: No Surprises

My parents are asleep and I finished putting bows on the boxes and spreading them under the tree, and I can't help it:

I prefer the gifts wrapped.

I prefer looking at them, spread beautifully under the tree. I'm old but I can still pretend that one of the boxes filled with socks (or some other necessity that I happened to need in December) is actually some sort of surprise. Even though I'm the one who put the gifts under the tree because my parents were tired, I can pretend that somebody slipped another box under the tree with my name on it that I just haven't seen yet.

I don't want to sound spoiled--we are fortunate to have money to buy presents and I am all too aware of that. I just wish this wasn't a holiday that revolved around material goods. Until my family stopped being the fun type of dysfunctional, I always adored Thanksgiving. It was always like Christmas without the presents. Now that my family can't seem to figure things out anymore, none of the holidays are what they used to be.

Merry Christmas to Myself aka Why Frasier is STILL Awesome aka Why I Remain Single

I am watching my favorite episode of Frasier (the one where they pretend to be Jewish on Christmas to impress a girl), I just got 76 points for the word "quiver" in Scrabble,

and I got excited,

and I remembered once again why the guys aren't lined up for me.

Oh Frasier, Always a Riot!

I was going to make a blog post but then Frasier came on, and goddammit, I just can't tear my attention away!

Frasier is reading about Olaf, the Lonely Goat Herd! A Christmas parable that he wrote!

Possible other post ideas for this evening: something about Christmas. Maybe presents or traditions or some crap like that.

EDIT: And now I am watching the Golden Girls


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I hope my roommate still loves me

ladylana88 (11:17:34 AM): my stomach hurts
yoohoo is nice (11:17:43 AM): this will make it feel better
yoohoo is nice (11:17:46 AM): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DBuk91phkI
ladylana88 (11:17:55 AM): is this the monkey peeing in its mouth
yoohoo is nice (11:17:58 AM): no
ladylana88 (11:18:03 AM): Megan!
yoohoo is nice (11:18:05 AM): yes