Post-Christmas Update.
Mood: Irked
Music: Emery - Left with Alibis and Lying Eyes
I bloody hate Christmas. Not that this one was any better or worse than all the others - in fact it's definitely an improvement over last year's in many respects, but I dunno, ever since I was about seven or eight years old, Christmas time was a time of year I'd always dread more than look forward to.
Nochebuena at my mom's house lost all sense of "family" due to the introduction of poker - rather than socialize, talk and bond and all that, the majority of my family decided to just sit around and play poker, ostricizing everyone who wasn't playing or sitting around the table. Not that I have anything against poker or anything like that, it's just that I guess I felt like it wasn't the time and place for it. There was no sense of "joy," "family," "togetherness" or "charity" (no matter how little there was in the past, this year there was virtually none) this year; instead of everyone giving each other gifts and looking at each other's reactions to presents, all I heard this year was "lets get this over with so we can get back to the poker." Oh well. I guess everyone who played had fun. My mom and I seemed to share the same sentiments. But, hey, the night had its moments I guess.
Nochebuena with the Martinez's was fun, as was Christmas day with the Valenciano's and M's family, as well as at Harvard. But, as usual, my family can never elude some sort of disaster during the Christmas season. Last year, it was my family being stuck in the midst of the Tsunami in Phuket, this year it was a big fire that threatened to enter my village and creep up my street the morning of the 26th. I rushed back to Monte from Harvard with Tito Gary to check things out and make sure everyone was ok. Bleh. M got sick over the holidays. At least someone hates this time of year just as much as me and seems to have experiences just about as much trauma in association with it.
Didn't do TOO bad with the gifts. I got my tubescreamer, cords, and strings like I said I would a couple entries ago (earlier than expected, very very very cool) as well as a bunch of clothes, bags, necklaces, books, a zippo, a pocketwatch and some other stuff. I did get two Hendrix biographies from my parents, which was very cool, as well as Issues #1-3 of Squee which TOTALLY surprised me and made me scream like a little girl. Oh yeah, and the zippo is pretty. I was hoping to get more guitar stuff, but hey, I'm not complaining. Besides, my birthday is coming up. HOPEFULLY, good things happen. *crosses fingers*
I FUCKING HATE SURVEYS AND THE STUPID SHIT PEOPLE WRITE WHEN THEY ANSWER THEM AND HOW IT PISSES ME OFF AND AFFECTS HOW I FEEL WHEN I READ THEM. WTF. Sleep now I.
PS - Ok. This Christmas was made a lot better because of My son, (Jack) Jr. He cheers me up a lot. Isn't he cute? :)
Music: Emery - Left with Alibis and Lying Eyes
I bloody hate Christmas. Not that this one was any better or worse than all the others - in fact it's definitely an improvement over last year's in many respects, but I dunno, ever since I was about seven or eight years old, Christmas time was a time of year I'd always dread more than look forward to.
Nochebuena at my mom's house lost all sense of "family" due to the introduction of poker - rather than socialize, talk and bond and all that, the majority of my family decided to just sit around and play poker, ostricizing everyone who wasn't playing or sitting around the table. Not that I have anything against poker or anything like that, it's just that I guess I felt like it wasn't the time and place for it. There was no sense of "joy," "family," "togetherness" or "charity" (no matter how little there was in the past, this year there was virtually none) this year; instead of everyone giving each other gifts and looking at each other's reactions to presents, all I heard this year was "lets get this over with so we can get back to the poker." Oh well. I guess everyone who played had fun. My mom and I seemed to share the same sentiments. But, hey, the night had its moments I guess.
Nochebuena with the Martinez's was fun, as was Christmas day with the Valenciano's and M's family, as well as at Harvard. But, as usual, my family can never elude some sort of disaster during the Christmas season. Last year, it was my family being stuck in the midst of the Tsunami in Phuket, this year it was a big fire that threatened to enter my village and creep up my street the morning of the 26th. I rushed back to Monte from Harvard with Tito Gary to check things out and make sure everyone was ok. Bleh. M got sick over the holidays. At least someone hates this time of year just as much as me and seems to have experiences just about as much trauma in association with it.
Didn't do TOO bad with the gifts. I got my tubescreamer, cords, and strings like I said I would a couple entries ago (earlier than expected, very very very cool) as well as a bunch of clothes, bags, necklaces, books, a zippo, a pocketwatch and some other stuff. I did get two Hendrix biographies from my parents, which was very cool, as well as Issues #1-3 of Squee which TOTALLY surprised me and made me scream like a little girl. Oh yeah, and the zippo is pretty. I was hoping to get more guitar stuff, but hey, I'm not complaining. Besides, my birthday is coming up. HOPEFULLY, good things happen. *crosses fingers*
I FUCKING HATE SURVEYS AND THE STUPID SHIT PEOPLE WRITE WHEN THEY ANSWER THEM AND HOW IT PISSES ME OFF AND AFFECTS HOW I FEEL WHEN I READ THEM. WTF. Sleep now I.PS - Ok. This Christmas was made a lot better because of My son, (Jack) Jr. He cheers me up a lot. Isn't he cute? :)
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