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The holidays didn't feel very much like the holidays this year. I could probably think of a myriad of reasons why this is, cheif among them, because I have spent the last year in a stable home environment that wasn't my parent's house. Maybe I'm just getting older, and things like Christmas mean less to me now than they did before? Whatever the reason, the spirit just wasn't in me this year. And, actually, I'm glad. Christmas is just another day anway.

Ok. Three days worth of parties. First up, the adoption group...

(this is going to take some explaining, I suppose. I'm adopted. When my parents were working with the agency to get me, a few other families were too. Ater they all had their children, they kept in contact and used to get together a few times a year to celebrate all the kid's birthday's collectivly, and Christmas, and usually one other cook-out kind of party thing. Now-a-days we only get together for Christmas.)

Strangely this was the least awkward, and most familiar feeling of the holiday parties for me. I grew up around these people, the two other dudes my age and I have next to nothing in common these days, and the three other kids in the group are a lot different now too. But, it was actually a lot of fun seeing them, there's a lot of history there, its nice to know that despite all our differences we can still be great friends and laugh and have fun. Also, everyone there seemed to get a long with ectasia, which, sadly would not be a recurring theme throughout the holidays.

Christmas Eve is traditionally at my parent's house with my dad's side of the family. In the past, I always liked this celebration more, I got more presents and the grown ups were more fun to watch and talk to. Not so anymore. They all talk shit, and ignore me. And what's worse, is they also ignored ectasia. I think this was the second time they have met my future wife, and not a one of them even so much as said two words to her! I used to joke about being the black sheep of the family because I was different than all of them (see; skinny "punk rock" arty kid in a family full of blue collar "normal" folk), but I never really fealt that way. But now I do. And to my surprise, it doesn't feel nearly as liberating as I figured it would. It actually hurts. The most clear indication that none of them give a shit about my life was how little time they took to get to know the woman who I plan to spend the rest of my life with...

Christmas Day, then, traditionally spent with my mom's side of the family was much better. The family is bigger, and also more close-knit. Despite the fact that we were, by my count, four people short this year (both my grandparents have died in the last year, and two of my uncles weren't there), and it was the shortest party we've had I think, I had fun seeing everyone. I get along with that side of my family better now that I'm older, and we don't even buy gifts anymore...just eat and talk. Its nice. I won some laundry money playing cards, and scored a whole eclair torte thing, that is still in the fridge half-eaten!

So yeah...

I got the Indiana Jones boxset, four pairs of jeans and a small stack of new music, about $200, none of which I was really able to spend, and a Target gift card I have yet to go cash in for something...probably a Xbox controller when I get around to it...and I bought ectasia The Complete Lost Girls box set.

Current Music - The Ergs!