On the first day of Christmas...

Alright, so it's the second of December, and it'll probably be the third by the time I actually post this. So sue me. Wait, no, please don't do that. Just bear with me here. It's been a very short 72 hours, and I haven't been able to keep up with it. I didn't get to bed until three last night, and even then, I wasn't really tired. Now I'm dead tired, and losing the battle with my eyelids. 

I'm not sure why, but Josh and I decided to take a nap at 7:40 last night. This is a recipe for an all nighter, I know, but I was so beat at 7:40 that a nap was all I wanted. Wedged between Boomer and Josh, I assumed rock formation. Gone. By ten though, I was up and kicking. Josh surfed the net while I worked on an art piece. I have a very hard time working in silence so, feeling awesome, I decided to watch Mortal Kombat at the same time. I forgot it was the long lost grandchild of "Clash of the Titans." At one point I thought it was cool, but Johnny Cage's one liners had me near tears.

I'm pretty sure the cinema gods decided to punish me after my blasphemous viewing of a classic. Boomer henceforth peed the golden arch on Josh and my clean comforter. Not that big of a deal. I wasn't mad. No worries. My energy was starting to dip so I decided to finish up some last minute chores before I tucked myself away. 

Unclogging the cement turd from the toilet was top priority, so, at two thirty in the morning, here I am plunging away. I'm not really sure why I did this. I don't know if my rationalizing skills also joined the stone anaconda dwelling in the toilet bowl- but I flushed- mid plunge- knowing full well that the water was probably going to cascade over the bowl and all over the bathroom floor. It did. No amount of Jedi Mind power could have forced the water back into the bowl. Maybe because it was so late and I was so tired. Maybe I was just being irrational. Maybe it was just normal. But I FLIPPED OUT. I screamed for Josh, feverishly scratching at my face while Josh just furrowed his brow and watched the water spill over the bowl. I ran out to the car as quickly as I could to fetch the giant batch of bounty towels I had just purchased (thank goodness I convinced myself to buy bulk) and came back to find Josh prostrated over the toilet bowl- one foot on the counter and one foot on the tub, plunging the toilet upside down. He was like spiderman, only in Alice and Wonderland pajama bottoms and a very displeased look on his face. 

Funny how something that in retrospect wasn't too big of a deal caused me to lapse into pyschosis and convince myself that my house was a disaster and falling apart and must be cleaned spotless. At two in the morning. My house was clean by 3. I was asleep by 3:10. Never again.

So yes, that was last night. I think stuff like that was the reason my dad made us go "lights out" by 8:30. 

On to happier things though! Boomer and I decorated the house on November 30. 

 

He is a very good helper. I told him if he was extra good Santa Paws would bring him toys. He was very excited to hear this.

I remember telling one of my good friends back in CDA that I despised Christmas. That's only half true. I love to decorate, and I love to bake, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE to give gifts. I love it. But I HATE the commercialization of it. I hate the impersonal feeling it has now. I hate that it's the "holidays" and not the yuletide season. I hate how it has lost so much meaning. Though, living on my own and being the queen of this castle, I can make Christmas what I want. And I have.

Josh and I just returned back from his crew's Christmas Party. It was alright. Boomer and I spent much time trying to decide on an outfit. He sat on the bed while I rotated like a rotisserie chicken in front of the mirror. He was alright with two of my dresses, but we both disagreed on a black dress. He shook his head an snorted as if to say I should immediately remove that frock before his eyeballs melted out of his head and burst into flames. I agreed. I looked like a hippo.

The party itself was much how I expected it to be. I got many disapproving looks from fellow females, and have thus far decided that such looks are the byproduct of looking like a 14 year old. The evening started out slowly, if not painfully awkward. No one was yet properly lubricated with sufficient alcohol, so many people kept to their tables and talked among themselves. I met many of Josh's acquaintances, all very kind. The women were distracted with the "who could squeeze into the tightest dress" to accomplish anything worth noting. The actual party didn't start until 9:30 when everyone was so punch drunk that I felt like I was back at a U of I party. One of Josh's friends was so plastered that his eyes couldn't focus on anything, he had to touch everyone, and he was so loud that he could outscream a banshee. He tried to get Josh to drink, including picking on me, and I felt so uncomfortable that I asked Josh if he'd like to dance. Josh was so ready to get out of that situation that he quickly agreed. Though a bit shaken, I at least got my dance. Drunk people are the most unpredictable. Especially this one. We probably would have left much earlier if it weren't for the ten grand in door prizes. Our wait was worth it. Josh won a brand spankin new xbox360, MW3 edition. It was worth it. 

Goodnight everyone. I will do my best to be more regular at this blogging thing.