"Every Christmas I care a little less about the presents I'll get, you know? It's gotten to the point where I don't actually want anythingnow.
Seriously, I went in there today certain that I couldn't be disapointed by what I was going to recieve, because there is absolutely nothing that I want, you get me?
But I realise now that as my expectations for what I'll recieve have dropped, so too have the quality of the presents; to just below what I was hoping for.
This year? They've just gotten insulting."
My brother got given a handbag today.
I got an Ice Axe. Fuck Yes.
Christmas then... Bit of an anticlimax really. Actual christmas our Dad's parents come round, along with his brother, Uncle Ray.
It's always a bit dull, they're Grandparents as background, quiet and foggy.
Uncle Ray terrifies me, because my Brother has pointed out that he could be my dark future; That I could end up as the eldest brother with a string of failed relationships and a chronic inability to talk about anything but himself.
Fuck No.
Boxing day is the 'proper christmas', spent with the Grandparent as Family Head variant, Grampy.
We avoided the proper grown ups and hung out with the good cousins, Danny and Greg.
We watched Rugby and Ultimate Fight Contest, and talked about Ong-Bak - Manly.
Later we played The Warriors on Xbox. It's about fighting! - Dead Manly
The Bad cousins are Jessica and Sam, quiet anamic looking children, fully in thrall to their weird mother. they were avoided.
And now it's over. Myeh.
New Years Eve soon. I'm not even going to bother with it this year I've decided. I get fucked off with all the stress and the bother of it all, the weird insistence and fuss that you have "The Best Time Ever!!", and the silent suggestion that comes with that; If you don't, you're missing out and you're a boring bastard.
Fuck that received wisdom baby. We're the new generation, we remake the world everyday we decide to do things differently.
My ideal New Years Eve would be talking with a pretty girl I'd just met, swapping stories, weaving our own personal mythologies. We'd eat and drink an eclectic picnic at a high vantage point, over looking a small town lit up like biophorescent coral by the pinprick orange spread of street light. The dull bass echo of music would drift up to us, and high light the quiet around us as we talked.
Come midnight, we'd light a battery of fireworks, send a fusillade of gaudy sparks and cracking bomb-bursts into the sky. We'll yell happy curses and obscenities to follow the fireworks along their fiery traces.
That won't happen, as much as I'd like it to - Curses.
Instead I'm probably going to hide out somewhere or go on some big great escape journey. Who wants in?
Seriously, I went in there today certain that I couldn't be disapointed by what I was going to recieve, because there is absolutely nothing that I want, you get me?
But I realise now that as my expectations for what I'll recieve have dropped, so too have the quality of the presents; to just below what I was hoping for.
This year? They've just gotten insulting."
My brother got given a handbag today.
I got an Ice Axe. Fuck Yes.
Christmas then... Bit of an anticlimax really. Actual christmas our Dad's parents come round, along with his brother, Uncle Ray.
It's always a bit dull, they're Grandparents as background, quiet and foggy.
Uncle Ray terrifies me, because my Brother has pointed out that he could be my dark future; That I could end up as the eldest brother with a string of failed relationships and a chronic inability to talk about anything but himself.
Fuck No.
Boxing day is the 'proper christmas', spent with the Grandparent as Family Head variant, Grampy.
We avoided the proper grown ups and hung out with the good cousins, Danny and Greg.
We watched Rugby and Ultimate Fight Contest, and talked about Ong-Bak - Manly.
Later we played The Warriors on Xbox. It's about fighting! - Dead Manly
The Bad cousins are Jessica and Sam, quiet anamic looking children, fully in thrall to their weird mother. they were avoided.
And now it's over. Myeh.
New Years Eve soon. I'm not even going to bother with it this year I've decided. I get fucked off with all the stress and the bother of it all, the weird insistence and fuss that you have "The Best Time Ever!!", and the silent suggestion that comes with that; If you don't, you're missing out and you're a boring bastard.
Fuck that received wisdom baby. We're the new generation, we remake the world everyday we decide to do things differently.
My ideal New Years Eve would be talking with a pretty girl I'd just met, swapping stories, weaving our own personal mythologies. We'd eat and drink an eclectic picnic at a high vantage point, over looking a small town lit up like biophorescent coral by the pinprick orange spread of street light. The dull bass echo of music would drift up to us, and high light the quiet around us as we talked.
Come midnight, we'd light a battery of fireworks, send a fusillade of gaudy sparks and cracking bomb-bursts into the sky. We'll yell happy curses and obscenities to follow the fireworks along their fiery traces.
That won't happen, as much as I'd like it to - Curses.
Instead I'm probably going to hide out somewhere or go on some big great escape journey. Who wants in?
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Fuck No.
Boxing day is the 'proper christmas',
And your NYE plans sound good to me. You boring bastard