After making my most recent entry to this blog (now my second more recent entry), I realised that I had a comment on my entry about Christmas Eve. Following my discovery of this strange new creature, a conclusion slapped me in the face like a bag full of potatoes. Someone had been inside the box…and yet I hadn’t known about it.

I’m willing to concede the fact that the things I talk about here are not terribly interesting. They entertain or grieve me enough to write about them. In addition to this delightful gift to the world, I am also allowing strangers I have never met, and probably never will meet, to read my thoughts and musings about my life and (to a more limited extent) the world.

Thanks to the Celtic Witch for being the first to comment on anything in this crazy blog.

I am now inspired to read some others on the site.

With New Years Eve just around the bend, a new emotion has been brought to the front of the crowd. My friends and I began arrangements for our new annual custom, the New Years Eve gaming party.

We begin by eating dinner at a Chinese buffet. Nothing fancy. Just good food with good friends at a low cost is the idea. Besides, Chinese food kicks ass and anyone who disagrees must be eating complete rubbish.

Anyway, afterwards we will be attending a friends house to play a large pile of video games non stop until 2 AM. Pretty nonsensical. Clearly. But we’re doing it anyway.

This year, there will actually be two girls permeating our nerdly midst. First of all, there is Amy who I have mentionned in previous log entries that have since been deleted. She is coming as Andrew’s date, as they have been boyfriend and girlfriend for six months now. They will arrive to dinner, and leave before midnight. Apparently, in their little universe the year rolls over before midnight. Why they are leaving, I don’t know. Andrew stayed past midnight last year. I imagine they are doing something together.

In addition, Binkle is finally unveiling his lady friend to us all. The girl simply known as “Erin” will be coming to dinner with us, attending the party, and then spending the night at Binkle’s house. Erin and Binkle have become ridiculously close, and may even be dating (as far as I know). Anyway, she is taking a two hour drive to spend time with us (or with him, but with good reason). I’m really happy for Binkle. Originally, there were huge transportation issues in getting her down here, but they have since been resolved.

Anyway, because my two best friends both have girlfriends, I feel kind of left out. A little foolish actually. They all have unique qualities that have appealed to someone, whereas I am attending this New years party sans fille. This is depressing. I’m glad Binkle has “found” someone. I’m sure Erin is a great person (at least from talking to her she seems to enjoy or at least pleasantly tolerate my sense of humour). Nevertheless, I can’t help thinking about my girlfriend deficit.

I’m happy for Binkle and Andrew, but depressed for me.

Happy New Year…I guess.

When I had intended to begin this post, the day was December 23rd. However, time flies when you are looking up information on Phantasy Star Online. Anywho, today is Christmas Eve. Now, there is a phrase I have never quite been able to understand. How can Christmas Eve be an entire day? I always thought it was the evening before Christmas. Or, does it mean the coming of Christmas.? Truthfully, I no longer care. I lose interest in my foolish ramblings quite quickly.

Anyway, here I am. Sitting here in the first few minutes of Christmas Eve. My DS has been nestled into its spot on the shelf, because of those last few stars in Rainbow Ride of Super Mario 64 DS (a shorter title would have been prefered). Never have I been so angry at a small piece of metal and plastic. Nevertheless, I kept my cool and the DS kept itself in one piece. We’ve decided to take some time apart.

It is, for this exact reason, that I am here now.

Recently, it has come to my attention that people do not like Santa Claus taking precedence over Jesus at Christmas. My apologies. I should never generalize to that extreme. There are, in fact, a precious few who aren’t complete morons. If you are not a moron, pat yourself on the back and go by yourself a beer (or if underaged, your favourite flavoured milkshake). Santa doesn’t detract from Jesus’ importance. Any Christian who celebrates Christmas knows that the kid in the manger came before the man in the sleigh.

These are sad times.

Anyway, I’m greatly looking forward to Christmas. I’m hoping everyone likes the gifts I purchased them. They were pricy. However, it wasn’t the money put in that I hope marvels them. What I am hoping for is that they will realise the gifts I purchased them are things they’ve wanted all year, and for one reason or another, couldn’t obtain. My mothers gift should be especially touching…

Merry Christmas.

For any new and foolish readers, I have taken the liberty of deleting all Amy related blog entries. That entire summer is a chapter of my life I would rather not remember any longer. It was painful, and some of the entries inspired within me emotions that should have died long ago.
Please be advised that it is no loss to anyone reading. The “Amy Saga” is passed.

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

After several months of waiting, my life no longer seems so dismal.

In many ways, Amy was completely accurate in her assessment of my attitudes. She was, apparently, a passing thing. Whether this was because of her distant nature and bitter attitute or my newly developed apathy to all things related to her, I cannot say.

Nevertheless, here I stand. A new man. My other blog, Frontal Lobe, lasted one entry and I lost interest. The main problem is that I am rarely ever on the computer. Now, I have more to write about. My writer’s craft class appreciates my work, and I have recently acquired the lead in the school play.

We’re performing Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. My role is John Proctor, a farmer in his thirties with three kids, a loving wife and a seventeen year old whore out to jump my bones. It is an interesting play. There is witchcraft and devilry throughout. If you are somehow in my neighbourhood, come and see it. It is bound to be good, especially with my modest self holding the lead role.

Time away from Amy has given me a new perspective on women. With Amy, I didn’t show interest until it was too late. Now, I show interest and I don’t give a damn who knows it. For example, a pretty young thing in my Calculus class. I spend a good chunk of class time staring at her, for she is quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Seriously. I’d been at the school four years and had only seen her this year. I missed out on a hell of a lot. Damn fate, playing cruel tricks on us.

Nevertheless, I stare, and I smile at her when she smiles at me. But, my most foolish move was not wishing her a Merry Christmas before the beginnings of Christmas break. And now, she’s out of reach, vacationing with her family in Jamaica until Boxing Day. I pray she doesn’t come back with a tan. I prefer her fair white skin to the tanned exterior of a supposed “bronzed beauty”.

My friends and I are celebrating a new tradition that began last year. We are celebrating New Years together again. Second time. Three times the people, almost. Still, a shockingly small number of women. Nevertheless, it will surely be a good time. I’m excited. Everyone else is excited.

I really should have wished Nicole a Merry Christmas…

I’m a damn fool…

Stupid…shy nature…

Anyway, that’s all for now.