Only 364 Shopping Days Left...

Until the next time we're all forced into celebrating the birth of the Savior of the world via exchanging presents with the very people that caused him to have to die. See? Capitalism and commercialism never hurt anyone...right? All in all it wasn't nearly as horrific as I had imagined it would be. Of course this was due mostly to the fact that my Mother had been in the hospital for the 3 days up to Christmas Eve Eve. That being said, the focus quickly shifted from the bullshit associated with the holiday, and got back on family and such. I can say without hesitation that this was probably the best Christmas I've ever experienced. I got some pretty kick-ass gifts, if you're asking. My brother blessed me with treats such as this and that. Yeah, he's a pimp. Got some other cool stuff too, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to find pics to link, so that's all ya get. I also had the pleasure of hanging out with some pretty shady company (and his not nearly as shady family). They talked me into playing some Hold 'em with them. Five dollar buy-in, multiplied by six, minus my own buy in makes me $25 richer. That means I'm only in the hole a few hundred for Christmas. Now all I have to do is parlay the $25 into a grand and I will have made money off the holiday. I'm as bad as those parasites I spoke of earlier, aren't I? Anyway, the breakdown is, I had a good Christmas. Hope you did too...bitches.

I Am A Person...Personified

Catchy title, huh? So I'm takin' a looksee around at this website, checking out "confessions", and some stupid bitch said something to the effect of "I'm dating this guy, and he's pretty much what I look for in a person personified". What the fuck is that supposed to mean, exactly? Look people, I'm no grammar Nazi, and I don't profess to be the founder of the English language. But for God's sake, don't butcher it like a fetus at the clinic. If you don't know a word, but wanna try and pose like you do, at least consult a dictionary, or other tool/resource that will keep you from looking like such a douchebag.

Anyone play fantasy football? You ever have one of those days where you can do no right? Today is that day. I made a percentage play, Santana Moss hasn't been incredibly productive this year so today I benched him. Through 3 Quarters he's got two TD's, doubling his touchdown production for the year. Ehwhaddayagonnado?

Weird New View...

So normally I'm not all that moved by much. Normally I can take things in stride. I can watch or witness something and come away from as the same person I went into it with. Today was an exception. Today I watched my roommate graduate college. I honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal. I mean, it was someone else's day, someone else's accomplishment, and someone else's moment. As I sat up in the stands, and watched not only him, but also countless others see their labor come to fruition, I found myself motivated. You would think the fact that I'm IN college, the fact that I've wasted several years of my life dicking off, not really pressing forward in academia, and generally just "spinning my wheels" when it comes to academic achievement would be enough motivation. The feeling or sensation isn't really something that I'm capable of, or even comfortable describing. I will say this, I want to be one of those people. I want to don the faggy cap and gown. I want too many pictures taken. I want to be the source of pride for my family and friends. I want to know that there was a reason that I tortured myself, stayed up too late studying, ignored social opportunities, and got myself in ungodly debt.

Again, it really isn't my style to get a hard on over something that I normally wouldn't think was too big of a deal. Today was just...today was just different.

By the way, I don't especially like...actually I can't f'n stand Oasis, but this is boss.


**Edit: Follow Up From XM Post- About 6 hours after I posted my little whine-fest about XM I had an email in my inbox. It seems that the fucker finally shipped. Jesus.

Fuck you XM...No Seriously, Fuck You.

So I decided to give myself a little gift for X-Mas. I wanted the newest Delphi Ski Fi XM receiver. I made my way to the XM site (after checking with the lone local dealer where I live), put that badboy in my cart, and proceeded to check out. The next day I got an email confirming my order, and promptly checked my bank account to see if the money had been drafted from the account. Had it? You bet your sweet ass it had. This was all on December 10th, (the order itself placed on the 9th). Today is the 17th and I've yet to receive shipping confirmation. I've called XM twice and spent an inordinate amount of time on hold. I have emailed XM twice and have yet to hear a peep back from them. The part I like the most is that when I put the order confirmation number into the tool on the XM website, it contends that the number doesn't exist. I was patient, I was fair, and now I'm fucking pissed. Not only is it bad business not to fulfill an order, it's bad business to charge before it is even shipped. (And yeah, I considered that it's the holiday season, that's why it hasn't been a big deal until it finally dawned on me that they could, at least, pick up the goddamned phone or return an email to tell me themselves that they're backed up.) It's bad business to have customer "service" dole out apathy in heaps. My brother just wondered aloud if Sirius treats people this way. Let's hope not, I'd like to think that I still have a fucking alternative. If it weren't for this fuckin cat bein' on XM, I'd probably go the Sirius route.

Shut Up Already...

So all you douchebags that are "oh-so distraught" and "upset" and "affected" by the "untimely" passing of one "Dimebag Darrell" really need to cram a revolver down your pieholes. First off, why is it anytime a celebrity...pseudo or otherwise, passes away there is a public outpouring of emotion and sadness? I'd venture to guess that exactly 148 of the 29393987432 of you in mourning actually knew the guy personally. I actually know a guy that went home and blasted Pantera while he got drunk. I guess that's some sort of retarded grieving process...but it's a given that it's a retarded process. I think I'm going to start taking ALL celebrity deaths especially hard. Call into work sick, wear nothing but black, play their movie, music, art, whatever on loop until I feel I can go on.Which brings me to this. How in the fuck can anyone really be upset over the death of a guy affectionately known as "Dimebag"? I'm sure Momma and Daddy Dimebag have their reasons, but for the rest of you...1. Get a haircut. 2. Mix something that isn't black into your wardrobe. 3. Get a job. 4. Move out of your parents home. 5. Give up that Rock-N-Roll dream, you haven't made it...and furthermore you won't. 6. Find something/one worthwhile to look up to and idolize. You can start with me.

Ramblings

Well well well...I'm back...bitches. Not really much going on, trying to will myself to death...again. The first few times weren't much of a success. I did manage to die a little, just not enough. This clusterfuck of a semester is almost done and gone. I'm gonna manage to pass most if not all of my classes, which is mostly by choice. It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care. Oh yeah, and that I'm lazy. Whatever.

Picked up the Jay-Z/L-Park (I don't know how the fuckin' spell their name, actually I do, but I think it's fag so I'm not gonna type it out) compilation. To quote the cool kids, it's fuckin' dope, tight, off the chain, or chizain if you will. Seriously though, it's chill as fuck. I'm pretty sure my circle wouldn't approve, but my circle consists of about 3 people, which makes it in fact, a square.

Countdown to X-Mas is on. It's currently T-Minus 22 days. I'll be more than pleased when the number hits about -2 days to X-Mas. I'll be happy whenever it's over and done with. Draft the dough out of my account, time warp me past the day in question, and call it good. I'm no longer 8 years old, so the only thing I look forward to is a day off of work.