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transomwhiplassI just saw LOTR 2.. it was really good! The first hour was a tad hard to follow.. hahaha.... they had like 4 plot lines and they kept splitting up and switching. Much like Star Wars.. its like "wait a second.. where did that dude go.... huh? who are these people..... oooooh... yeah... ok." But no.. it was good... I loved the animation, I was a bit drowsy throughout but I think thats why they stick a cast of dead-sexiness on the screen. lol. I am not a movie star chaser.. or venerator.. or some girl who hoards posters of actors... but I am human and I will admit, there is something truly mystical about the longish hair, chiseled jaws, and rugged clothing. Its very.... I don't know... primitive... or something.... eek.... but I loved the movie in entirety, it didn't hurt to smack a few pretty faces in it... like candy... it tastes good... but the fact that it looks good make the taste that much better. ^_~
fwah... enough about that. Merry Christmas people, I hope all of you had a more profitable one than mine, in spirit or in element. I surely got neither.
We did end up going to church.. the children's mass... it felt like such a charade, I did not want to be there.. it was very uncomfortable. The only reason we went is because my grandma is with us, it was to make her happy. Pretend to be something I'm not, to be a total hypocrite, is the only way to make her happy. I want to vomit. So yes... we sat through... trudged on, it was an old SJ speech teacher who was the priest. Didn't make much difference, my parents slept through the whole thing, anthony played cards, nora clung, john busied himself with small bits of paper... I oogled all the people I "used" to know... including the formally stick-thin Billy Fedorko, ok... isn't that a horrible name?? ISN'T IT?? Say it out loud.. Bil-ly Fe-dork-o.. now, imagine a second grader who would have killed to be ms. fedorko... yes.. now laugh histarically tilll you wet yourself. The thing is, he was like a total Adonis at my school.. all the girls had crushes on him, uhm.. hey.. I was trying to fit in.. I just moved here! Ok.. but yeah.. so mr. stick-thin has like.. quadrupled in width, footbal I believe.. yeah, he is like definiton of jock. So yeah.. it was funny to see him. ah.... pathetic memories.
I sort of knew I was going to get crap for christmas. I already got my tablet, I've already played with it, I'm pretty much tired of it. However, I kept clinging to a shred of hope that it was a false-main gift.. that my parents planned something totally fantastic as a surprise. My other half tried to keep that half in reality. Ugh... but oh how I got dragged into the light of that hope. It made the blow of nothing that much harder. I always hope people will put some degree of thought into my gift. Instead, I get a stack of junk that people think might make a nice gift for someone outside the family, roll around last minute, "OH GOD.. NOTHING FOR SARAH.. GIVE HER THIS!" Maybe I am a dirty ingrate.. maybe I should be entirely thankful for what I got.. maybe maybe maybe. How come they always give the good stuff to my siblings. I have to bask in the limelight... glaring at their stuff, waiting for them to tire of it so I can rescue it and claim it as my own. Let me do an inventory:
-Pajamas from grandma (OH HOT DAMN.. PAJAMAS... HALF MY DRESSER IS FULL OF FRICKIN' PAJAMAS)
-Atomic clock thingy? Like.. $15.. an alarm clock. FYI, I have 3 alarm clocks, they all go off every morning in sync, I don't wake up till my dad tells me to turn them all off. Then I go back to sleep. I don't think an EXACT ALARM CLOCK will help me anymore that my present 3.
-A History of SNL book, obviously off the barnes and noble clearance rack.. my dad is current throuhg 1/8 of the 500-something pages
-Some DVDs.. anthony gave me these, he told me what they were the day he got them.. no surprise there. Oh.. he also mentioned "Ha... they were soooo cheap." Wow... I would have actually appreciated him if it would have been a surprise and I was able to overestimate how much he was willing to spend on me.
-A $4 (it had the price on it) necklace from nora, nice thought right? Wow... she wrote: "To Bich" on the bag... uhm.. ok.. so I am a bitch.. and a misspelled one at that.
-An emergency battery-op phone recharger, WOW MOM.. so nice of you to point out my stupidity on christmas.. I always forget to charge it.. I always get a lecture... god...
-Some little charm thingy that says "Sarah" on it.. all my siblings got one, no idea what I will use it for..
-Best gift: miniture remote controlled car- no shitting.. I had the most fun with this.. but it sort of got boring.. everyone got one (apparently its a rave-gift of the season, dad: "RADIO SHACK WAS TOTALLY SOLD OUT!") it was fun for 15 minutes..
So far the most fun I've had is with the Harry Potter Game Cube game.. however, john got Tony Hawk 4, so I don't get to play it cos' he NEEDS to play..
Hrm.. I know I sound ungrateful.. I don't need people to spend loads of money.. but I wish they would give me more that just the thought of giving me a gift.. but strongly considering what they give.. Christmas always makes me sad.. Birthdays always make me sad because people seem to forget me.. I get stuck with the second hand stuff, the junk reserved for "somebody", the presents marked "bich"... ugh.. I hate holidays.. I'm strongly considering giving away everything I got, I know other people will be happier with it that I will ever be.. its true that gifts don't bring happiness and money can't buy it.. it's the thought that counts and it hurts when none is given..
merry christmas to me.. next year, I'm locking myself in my room...
I hurt myself by expecting more out of people... for thinking more of them.. they look at my miserable pile .. if a pile at all of things and try to make the best out of it.. "oh... well.. this is cool... sort of" "wow... this looks like a good book... here I will read it for you" I guess this is where the true meaning of christmas is supposed to sweep in and make me remember what this holiday is all about... except.. I'm not in on the meaning... I'm not in on the religion.. I guess I don't deserve anything anyway..... "making teenagers depressed is like shooting fish in a barrel."
fwah... enough about that. Merry Christmas people, I hope all of you had a more profitable one than mine, in spirit or in element. I surely got neither.
We did end up going to church.. the children's mass... it felt like such a charade, I did not want to be there.. it was very uncomfortable. The only reason we went is because my grandma is with us, it was to make her happy. Pretend to be something I'm not, to be a total hypocrite, is the only way to make her happy. I want to vomit. So yes... we sat through... trudged on, it was an old SJ speech teacher who was the priest. Didn't make much difference, my parents slept through the whole thing, anthony played cards, nora clung, john busied himself with small bits of paper... I oogled all the people I "used" to know... including the formally stick-thin Billy Fedorko, ok... isn't that a horrible name?? ISN'T IT?? Say it out loud.. Bil-ly Fe-dork-o.. now, imagine a second grader who would have killed to be ms. fedorko... yes.. now laugh histarically tilll you wet yourself. The thing is, he was like a total Adonis at my school.. all the girls had crushes on him, uhm.. hey.. I was trying to fit in.. I just moved here! Ok.. but yeah.. so mr. stick-thin has like.. quadrupled in width, footbal I believe.. yeah, he is like definiton of jock. So yeah.. it was funny to see him. ah.... pathetic memories.
I sort of knew I was going to get crap for christmas. I already got my tablet, I've already played with it, I'm pretty much tired of it. However, I kept clinging to a shred of hope that it was a false-main gift.. that my parents planned something totally fantastic as a surprise. My other half tried to keep that half in reality. Ugh... but oh how I got dragged into the light of that hope. It made the blow of nothing that much harder. I always hope people will put some degree of thought into my gift. Instead, I get a stack of junk that people think might make a nice gift for someone outside the family, roll around last minute, "OH GOD.. NOTHING FOR SARAH.. GIVE HER THIS!" Maybe I am a dirty ingrate.. maybe I should be entirely thankful for what I got.. maybe maybe maybe. How come they always give the good stuff to my siblings. I have to bask in the limelight... glaring at their stuff, waiting for them to tire of it so I can rescue it and claim it as my own. Let me do an inventory:
-Pajamas from grandma (OH HOT DAMN.. PAJAMAS... HALF MY DRESSER IS FULL OF FRICKIN' PAJAMAS)
-Atomic clock thingy? Like.. $15.. an alarm clock. FYI, I have 3 alarm clocks, they all go off every morning in sync, I don't wake up till my dad tells me to turn them all off. Then I go back to sleep. I don't think an EXACT ALARM CLOCK will help me anymore that my present 3.
-A History of SNL book, obviously off the barnes and noble clearance rack.. my dad is current throuhg 1/8 of the 500-something pages
-Some DVDs.. anthony gave me these, he told me what they were the day he got them.. no surprise there. Oh.. he also mentioned "Ha... they were soooo cheap." Wow... I would have actually appreciated him if it would have been a surprise and I was able to overestimate how much he was willing to spend on me.
-A $4 (it had the price on it) necklace from nora, nice thought right? Wow... she wrote: "To Bich" on the bag... uhm.. ok.. so I am a bitch.. and a misspelled one at that.
-An emergency battery-op phone recharger, WOW MOM.. so nice of you to point out my stupidity on christmas.. I always forget to charge it.. I always get a lecture... god...
-Some little charm thingy that says "Sarah" on it.. all my siblings got one, no idea what I will use it for..
-Best gift: miniture remote controlled car- no shitting.. I had the most fun with this.. but it sort of got boring.. everyone got one (apparently its a rave-gift of the season, dad: "RADIO SHACK WAS TOTALLY SOLD OUT!") it was fun for 15 minutes..
So far the most fun I've had is with the Harry Potter Game Cube game.. however, john got Tony Hawk 4, so I don't get to play it cos' he NEEDS to play..
Hrm.. I know I sound ungrateful.. I don't need people to spend loads of money.. but I wish they would give me more that just the thought of giving me a gift.. but strongly considering what they give.. Christmas always makes me sad.. Birthdays always make me sad because people seem to forget me.. I get stuck with the second hand stuff, the junk reserved for "somebody", the presents marked "bich"... ugh.. I hate holidays.. I'm strongly considering giving away everything I got, I know other people will be happier with it that I will ever be.. its true that gifts don't bring happiness and money can't buy it.. it's the thought that counts and it hurts when none is given..
merry christmas to me.. next year, I'm locking myself in my room...
I hurt myself by expecting more out of people... for thinking more of them.. they look at my miserable pile .. if a pile at all of things and try to make the best out of it.. "oh... well.. this is cool... sort of" "wow... this looks like a good book... here I will read it for you" I guess this is where the true meaning of christmas is supposed to sweep in and make me remember what this holiday is all about... except.. I'm not in on the meaning... I'm not in on the religion.. I guess I don't deserve anything anyway..... "making teenagers depressed is like shooting fish in a barrel."
