Ahhhhhh... so good to be back, and nice to know that I was missed. Maybe if you people showed your affection more when I was writing then I would have stuck around more.
Let me get a couple of things out of the way first....
Abby, you rock.
Chris, you also rock.
Natalie, you are indeed the rockiest.
Celia, I miss you.
Jill, let me know when some parties are, I owe you my attendance at one.
Justin, write more in your blog, and drink less... ok.... just write more.
Garrett, Paul, Maxim, Chris Vx (again!?!), RISK night is a MUST do again.
geez... who else....
Sammy, wassup...
How was everyone's Atheist-Children-Get-Presants-for-no-Reason-Day?? (if you happen to be any religion... other than Atheist, first of all, I'm sorry, and secondly, insert the holiday of your choice.
Ok, so MY life... the good stuff, eh? (don't hate me, Nat)
So.... I'm certainly feeling much better than I was. Philosophical ramblings are good when you're feeling like shit. But, NEVER watch Forrest Gump when you're sad. God damn, it made me soooo depressed... one of those downsides to being emotional as I am.
Ok, so... Christmas eve... there's a story that everyone should hear. I was drunk with my family. It was great. Half-way through the night I decided to begin adding some rum to my nog. A wise choice if you ask me. Soon I was quite drunk (which was hilarious because my grandparents were there and didn't know). First of all, I'm drinking and trying to open presants, which just was NOT fun. I couldn't manage both, so I stopped opening presants (haha). Ok, so then people leave, and its just the immediate family: Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister (+ bf) and me.
My sister is completely drunk off her ass. She learns that I am also drinking. So that makes all of us. She asks me first, about my love life, which was quite awkward, but whatever. Eventually she gets in a heated political debate with my father, on much the same lines of the blog debate a few entries ago. Ok, so my mother is the only one who isn't completely drunk, and my brother is a quiet drunk. We're in my kitchen and my sister gets all like "I love you, my brother!" and hugging me a shit. I'm drunk too, so I return the favor. Then we open some candy packages up and are talking. Then she says something (forgive me, but I don't remember) and I say "you bitch!" But just joking (as Abby knows, I'm sure...). Then my sister starts yelling little details of my love-life to my parents... which was kinda weird... but I'm still drunk as shit, so whatever. I get past it.
Oh BTW, my sister learned that I was drunk by my showing her. I held 2 drinks of nog, and asked her to take a sip of both. She's like, "One's fine, but the other one is really strong with rum..." I just smile and say that that one is mine. So anyways, I finished like 3 of them (quite stong), and she offers to make me another. I'm like "SURE" and she goes at it. She comes back with the weakest shit drink ever. I downed it in a sec and got another. BADDDDD MOVE. I should NOT have had more, because it put me over my limit.
So everyone goes to bed, and I try to too, except I can't because I keep getting the spins. It was sick. So I go into the upstairs bathroom, feeling quite sick, and decide to lie next to the heater, and near the toilet... just in case. I'm there for over an hour. So then I realize that I'm still too drunk to sleep, and I decide to go outside to the hot tub. I don't regret this decision as much as most people think. I had been drinking water and so, wasn't dehydrated. So I'm out there... naked... as it is midnight and I'm the only one up/out. I'm in there for maybe, 30 minutes. I go inside to the downstairs bathroom, and am too tired to move anywhere. I fell down next to the heater down there, lying on my stomach. From here I am able to use my towel as a blanket and keep warm. I pull another towel off the rack to use as a blanket. So here I am, with two towels, naked on the bathroom floor, and I'm thinking "Fuck, first of all, I can't believe I drank that much... and secondly... it's Christmas Eve... I have to go to my grandmother's tomorrow." After... maybe 2 hours, but I don't really know, I get up, put on some boxers and fall onto my bed. I guess I was sobering up, because I could close my eyes and the room wouldn't start to spin on me. I hate it when it does that, you have to keep an eye on it...
So... I wake up at 8 or 9, and head downstairs. My mother and father are convinced that I'm hungover, but to be honest, I felt good. My sister gets there and my brother wakes up, and we're all sitting in the living room. My sister is hungover like shit. It was great. Then we open presants, always fun. I got just what I knew I was getting, a new laptop. It's pretty sweet. I'm glad that I got it, but I didn't get anything else. Usually I don't like to get 1 huge thing that you know what it is, because then that morning, you have nothing to get up for. But this time, it was nice.
We go to grandma's... sketchy move. I don't even know those people... not as well as I should anyways. I did see my cousin, Josh, though, who, by the way, is the coolest guy ever. He sprained his back and broke his hip and shit doing some karate thing and so he was all broken, but he's the coolest guy ever. He was there with his girlfriend and whatever, which was nice, but it just made me sad and missing Natalie. Whatever, that was that, we head home, and it's all good. I would like to salute the new X (the variable)- mas tradition that my family started (??!?... well... extended) this year, everyone being drunk on the eve and hungover on the day. Yahoo!
After we got home I looked at the rum bottle, which, turns out, I was the only one drinking from. Since when am I an alcoholic? I drank SOOOO much. Like, over half the bottle. Jesu Kristo!
Since Atheist-day, I've havn't really done much. I've really been taking a break from life. It's been nice. I bought Civ 3, but you guys don't want to hear about that (and if you do, buy it, its a the most addictive game ever). I go to be at 5-8 in the morning, and I sleep till 1-3 in the afternoon. I can't wait until school starts, I'll be so fucked up. w/e
I've been trying to do some essays for college, but you know what, fuck it. Abby's been helpful as hell, but I'm essay retarded. Stupid whore colleges. Why can't they be more like McGill? ("Diablo Canyon 2, why can't you be more like Diablo Canyon 1?") I saw that Lord of the Rings movie. Whatever. It was ok, I'm glad I saw it, but I could have been better. Those ents really slow the story. I thought it was boring and slow, even during the fight scenes. I dunno, I like the first one better. Legolas is cool, but when Boromir is killed in the first, that fight scene was nuts, and you know it. Helms Deep is just big, not interesting. Two guys could fight and it could be cool. SIZE DOESN'T MATTER.
What else have I done... oh, I got this shirt from my sweetheart, that is just the butt-kickin'-est (Latin, I love you). It has the Harvard logo on it, then it says "AMERICA'S MCGILL". Yeah buddy.
Ok, I don't think I'm missing anything major. Like, Justin came over and got drunk and puked.... I emailed Sass-Masta-Funk.... and I had this weird thing on my eye (from computer screen maybe???) and I couldn't wear contacts for 2 days. I was on glasses. Fucking whores. You can't see for shit with them, I don't care what prescription. You still have that little inch of error from the lens to your eye, and you can't see anywhere around the rims. W/e I can see now.
OH! Risk night at Garrett's. MUCHO SUCESSO I would say. It's like "fuck you poker night, we're playing RISK." Best game ever. Ok, contact me about tomorrow.... I'm thinking my house, unless somebody's 'rents aren't home. Maxim, Chris, Garrett, Paul, Papa J, this means you. Anyone else interested, you know how to get in touch with one of us I'm sure. Next time, the forces of quasi-evil are not going to fucking get a chance to stab me or Paul in the back... bitch. NOBODY TRUST CHRIS IN THAT GAME. Yeah, you heard me, whore. I told you, you'd be sorry for attacking me during our alliance.
