Showing posts with label sappy shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sappy shit. Show all posts

Monday, December 27, 2010

Merry (Day After) Boxing Day

I wanted to write a Christmas post, but I didn't get around to it.  So then, I was gonna write a Boxing Day post, which is the day after Christmas in cool places like Canada and the United Kingdom.  (Wikipedia link to info on Boxing Day if you're interested, since I'm too lazy to explain it to you.)  But anyway, Boxing Day was yesterday, so I guess today is the day after Boxing Day, and that's why I'm now wishing you all a Merry 'Day-After Boxing' Day   !

All I Want for Christmas is Your Two Front Teeth

I want to say something about punching you in the face and getting to keep the two teeth I knock outta you, but I can't really come up with any reason that I would do that.  I just wanted to make a clever little play on words with the title of this section, because that's what I do.  Anyway, the holidays are so interesting to me, because I love to observe people and people go nuts around the holidays.  This has been my first holiday experience as a "grown-up," and being surrounded by all the madness has been pretty entertaining as well as enlightening.  I've come to the conclusion that Christmas isn't that fun when you're an adult because you don't get toys.  Toys are so badass.  You pretty much always get what you want and then some, and toys are basically all you need when you're a kid.  Your parents feed, clothe, and house you, so what else is there?  Finding something to do with alllll your free time.  And me?  What do I want for Christmas at 23?  My student loan paid off.  An apartment to call my own.  Groceries, a new wardrobe... all pretty lame and difficult Christmas gifts to give.  

So this year, because I'm overly dramatic and because I already feel like I owe my parents too much, I asked for nothing.  My catchphrase this season was, "There's too many things I want.  So I might as well not get any of them, because it will just make me upset that I don't have them all."  Ha. What a diva.  It's all or nothing with me though.  And I want to buy my own things.  I know what I want and my wants are very specific.  I don't want to be telling my family that I want a Denali thermal jacket by North Face in bittersweet brown, women's extra small.  First of all I haven't tried it on yet, what if I like fissure green better?  Second, how much does that ruin the magic of Christmas and shit, knowing exactly what you're getting because you had to go with your mom to the store to show her exactly which one you want? 

I love getting things that are clever, that I didn't realize I wanted.  Maybe that's because that's the type of gift I love to give, though.  I would always rather give gifts than get them, which is a helluva ironic statement coming from me since I love just having things.   But I absolutely adore finding those gifts for my loved ones that they wouldn't think to get for themselves.  It's hard for people to do that for me, since I want everything and am constantly reminding myself of things that I could maybe possibly use at least once.  But !   It did happen this year!  I came home from work one day with a package from my great friend waiting for me.  I was absolutely in awe as I opened the box to find a music box that plays "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."  I had never seen a music box before, at least on its own outside of an actual jewelry box, and I sat and played it over and over and over, completely mesmerized by the whole affair.  Now that's a great gift.


Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Psst! I Have a Secret!

I don't know if it's still too early for me to have an inside joke with my blogger community... Especially since that's like 3 people.  Well maybe a few more now that I decided to come out of the blogging closet to my friends.  (Am I too self-deprecating for blog humor? I worry sometimes that I come off as whiny when I'm really just being sardonic.)


But here it is, just in case you get it:




Thursday, November 4, 2010

Wow I Suck

I'm sorry to say that I'm already hardcore sucking at being a blogger.

It's just that not much has been going on lately.  I go to work.  I come home and go to bed.  I wake up the next day to do it again.  I understand why people get so totally bored by their lives.  This cannot be what it's about.  Right?

The truth is, I haven't been my usual cheery sarcastic self lately.  And it's not because of work, because I know that my job is my job and not my life.  I suppose it's because I don't know what I'm doing with my life.  Boo hoo, right? Everyone says that - my mom still does, and she's 57 years old.  But I guess I use that phrase so loosely.  I do know what I'm doing with my life.  Right now, I'm living with my parents trying to save up money to move somewhere else so I can hopefully pursue an acting career.

I think I dislike adulthood because there's no solid goal to work towards.  "HAPPINESS."  That's my goal.  But what the eff does that mean?  It's not, "a paper on global warming," or, "get a 4.0," or even "graduate from college."  Nothing is definitive, and boy do I like definitive.  I like to have goals to work toward, not overall LIFE ones, but just smaller ones.  So you think I'd be happy knowing that I'm working toward moving out.  Not a big philosophical life goal, but a practical, next-step goal.  So why do I feel so restless?