the xmas effect*

it is 6:05 and i've been awake for an hour.

my dad and were at a dynamo game. then we went to the bar. he got a beer, but i didn't want one. i just wanted to get home. "it" would be there soon. he senses my impatience and downs the beer, pawning the empty bottle off on some newb's table. We go home (to the burned house) and sit in my room (my room from my mom's house). I secretly put the free ipod touch in Josephine's backback. Then I drive out to the FedEx place and it is suddenly 10:30 at night. I convince the person working the night shift to get my package. He/she whatever is a Mac person, so all I had to do was mention what was in it. I get home and gather an excited dad and a reluctant Josephine. Like I do with any package, I open the box with a knife and extreme care and delicacy. There wrapped in the now useless foam is the laptop I've been wanting for... ever? I begin to turn it on and then jerk my hand back- first the power cord! Whew... Dad plugs it in. Then I power it on. I go through the "welcome" screens, entering in my name, the date and such.

Then it goes to shit. Instead of looking at the screen now, the three of us are looking at the closed laptop, with its Dell-like case. Black and grey, with a tag on it that I recognize from the oldest (and shittiest) laptop from work. I turn it over and feel the huge bulk of the ugly, thick piece of crap.
Josephine asks why it looks like a Dell, like a Windows machine.



oh. such. anger.



I immediatly throw open the top and search frantically in the reboot menu. "There must be a way to boot it in Mac's OS X!" After a few trys the creeping aknowledgement stops creeping and starts wailing. I am Noriega and it is Panama. I search Twitter but find no help.

fin.


It is now 6:18. I've been awake for over an hour.
After that dream was over I tried to go back to sleep, but worse than that, it took me a few minutes to realize that it was a dream. Dark depression was only lifted when I realized that I had, slightly, the need to get up and goto the bathroom. "Bathroom?" I thought "I didn't need to goto the bathroom in my dream....... OH! it was a dreeeeaaammm!!!! Sweet...... fuck. Now I have to wait for like 7 fucking hours before it actually comes. And it better not be a fucking Dell."

Sleep was impossible at that point and I vowed to post this little epic before it became only the billionth dream lost to the forgetfullness of the night.



*the xmas effect referrs to when Josephine and I would wake up at 5am on xmas morning. We couldn't wake anyone up but our dad. And only him at like at least 6:30. We would lay there with giggles and butterflies until dad would let us upturn our stockings-quietly- onto the floor, making more and more noise as the minutes passed, so as to eventually wake the house.

and they shall know me by the trail of mirth

yes yes. happy fucking new year. now quit saying that phrase. just because you're polly pocket calender rolled over doesn't mean that i give a shit.

ok, maybe i'm just bitter because after over a week off i'm back at work. and my buddies Karl and Chrissy aren't here to share in my misery. they took vacation time so they could avoid the bitterness towards 8am that i'm currently grappling with.

in other news, i shall recount to you my 1 resolution as well as the many gifts i received.

resolutions.
1. be having sex from december 31, 2007 11:59 to anytime in 2008. just so that at some point i can say "shit. all i've done this year is have sex."

gifts.
1. juicer.
2. the Corsair (picture soon)
3. cash money and sweet gift cards
4. FIFA 08
5. nice picture of me and mom
6. jo gave me a sweet vase or something, that she made out of clay.
7. a nice shirt i'm looking forward to wearing
8. lots of venison
9. and not leastly or lastly, a picture of Malcolm.

I seriously got better presents than i deserve this year. so that was nice.

juice party pictures and updates as soon as i get bored with working. (should only take a few minutes.)

tis the season

I have been avoiding it for as long as I can. But xmas is here to stay. Its will powerful and nosy. The soundtrack to my mom's house is this:
Dec. 1 12:00 am: Tape 1 of Glenn Mitchell's Christmas Blockbuster
Dec. 2 12:00 am: Tape 2 of Glenn Mitchell's Christmas Blockbuster
Dec. 3 12:00 am: Tape 2 of Glenn Mitchell's Christmas Blockbuster
Dec. 4 12:00 am: Tape 2 of Glenn Mitchell's Christmas Blockbuster
Dec. 5 12:00 am: Tape 2 of Glenn Mitchell's Christmas Blockbuster
...
You get the picture. I hate xmas music so much that at dinner last night two of my christian friends told me that they each thought of me when ever they heard xmas music in stores or in any public places. On one hand it is nice to be thought of, but on the other, more important hand it is not nice to be thought of for things that you hate.

wow

wow. i have never been so embarrassed. i hope this doesn't factor.*

* to clarify, i dropped my beer last night at a party. it was pretty sweet actually. It just slipped out of my hands and bounced not once, but twice and then shattered on the concrete floor. no one really cared, but

a. i wanted to drink the beer. it was Molson, which is delicious and from Canada
b. it conveyed an inaccurate level or drunkenness. i hate that.

i'm going to another holiday gift exchange party today. i got sadie the post secret book. i hope she likes it and doesn't become depressed whilst reading it. i hope the person who got me (secret santa style) knows how much i like Batman.*


*or 2pac