A slightly different Christmas this year.

So far so good.

Let's see if I can wait 3 years.

Finished those essays. Probably put a good 12-14 hours into those things.

I will finish these essays tomorrow. Just over 15 more to type/scan, and then I just have to format them all to the way the publisher wants them, read them over one more time, and that's it!

This holiday has been pretty nice so far.
Friday: outreach/dinner wasn't too bad. We met some interesting people. It was so cold.
We should really try Woo next time. It will be like the time we went to that crappy Chinese place outside my house. That place sucks.
I bought my first PS3 game. For 20 dollars. I hate paying full price.
Saturday: Christmas service practice. I hate sheet music. But I guess it's a good experience. Too much MacDonalds for the past month. I think I've had it 3 times in the last 4 weeks.
Went to see Ninja Assassin with friendo. It was so gross. And yes, you are more of a man......
Welcome home. It's nice to have you back.
Sunday: Went to the gym and played squash for an hour. 1-1. I want to get better. I hate sports. But it's so fun and cardio-ish. So I can become like Tony Horton.
Christmas Service. I think it was my third time playing bass. I hate how everyone can hear every time you screw up. It's not the same with other instruments.....not as much I guess.
He got a PS2, 2 weeks after I get a PS3.
Today: Surprisingly my mom didn't wake me up until 12. Had some lunch, and got to work on those essays for 2 hours or so, then succumbed to the Playstation.

I said what I needed to say. Is it because of me? Because of her? Because of all of us? Whatever it is, you've turned into something else. You probably like it. But I guess it doesn't really matter...to you. Because you "dont' have anything to say". Quite typical. Of her. Not so much you. Sure, I might look like a big idiot all the time, holding on to things and deciding to act in a certain way to make it look like I don't care. I don't want to believe that you care more about your own body temperature than trying to have a conversation. I don't want to believe that you care so much about something else to just throw it all away. But I guess I was just wrong. I would like to think that you're worth it, but what you said, or didn't say really did hurt me at that moment. I wanted to pick you up and slam you on the ground and slap you a thousand times over, but what does that solve. I called you a big pussy, and I'm not going to take that back. You have something to say. You're not stupid. You don't have to be like her. And be offended by this if you want. Please. Go give her the link and let her read it, because I know you will.

A sign from Somewhere else.

'Sweat is the tears of dying fat.'

First time getting hit hard enough to make my nose bleed.
And then another round.

There is a winter storm warning on the weather network, yet they only forecast 5 cm of snow.

Retarded beyond description. Yes, it is. But then again, I wouldn't have been any different. I've been telling myself all a long. Calm, cool, and collected. That's what I where I want to be. I've been working on it.

Once a day, and every day.

This is exactly why my parents didn't let me grow up on video games.

Oh, beloved weekend.

My servanthood to the playstation has just begun.

"..has shown dedication and always helps out, and just comes to train for the heck of it.."

It starts with a P and ends with 3. This time I have to say, it's the thought that counts. Thanks.

Hooray. This one looks like it will be a good one. If everyone works together, it will work out.

I cut my own hair today.