So one freak blizzard-ish weather condition later and xmas came and went. I was working but honestly, I do not mind the killer overtime that comes with that. I think come January it's looking to be at over 40 hours, and that ain't too shabby.
So! Xmas. Everyone is wondering what I got, I know. Really, that's not the point of xmas, people. All I give a shit about is the togetherness factor with the people you decide are your family but are not related to you in any way you are aware of. I usually wind up missing out on that, too, because I'm usually working but ... I dunno. Xmas is a weird time for me with lots of conflicting emotions.
I had an unexpectedly lovely dinner with my sisters on Boxing day, they brought over leftovers and I heated everything up nice and slowly and had a decent dinner conversation. I honestly havn't felt like a family with these people in a long time, and I bet it'll be another year until I get that feeling again. We don't really get along, is what I mean; moreso that the "normal" family unit's level of "not getting along" but I digress.
I find it funny that every xmas I wind up getting more and more Spider-Man-related knick-nacks. I mean, yes, Spider-Man rules, but the merch his face is on sometimes makes me shake my head and ask, "why, Marvel Comics Group, why do I need a Toothbrush Buddy? Who's seriously going to buy that die-cast car shaped like his head?" But a thoughtful gift is a thoughtful gift, right? I'm a pretty hard guy to buy for, really. When the question, "what do you want for xmas?" is posed I never have an answer. I don't really want people to buy me stuff because I don't feel right about it, for some reason. Maybe it's the feeling of dependance. I'm a pretty solitary guy, don't you know.
God, I'm so lonely.
I don't think I mentioned anything about my department party (oh yes, that right ... I had two work parties this year) but I walked out with some swag. Most notable the "Grand Door Prize" of a pair of tickets to a Raptors game, that basketball team that Toronto has. Plenty of my co-workers were green with jealous rage once they heard the news, let me tell you. Okay, just the one. According to the map of the ACC I googled I'm pretty close to the court (where they play the game), so, while I know nothing of this sport or which players are worth focusing on, I'm going to a basketball game and I'm probably going to love it. I'll bring you all back stuff. Jerseys. I'll steal a box of Raptors Jerseys and you'll fucking like it.
GRR!!
That ... that's the team logo. Yeah.
So! Xmas. Everyone is wondering what I got, I know. Really, that's not the point of xmas, people. All I give a shit about is the togetherness factor with the people you decide are your family but are not related to you in any way you are aware of. I usually wind up missing out on that, too, because I'm usually working but ... I dunno. Xmas is a weird time for me with lots of conflicting emotions.
I had an unexpectedly lovely dinner with my sisters on Boxing day, they brought over leftovers and I heated everything up nice and slowly and had a decent dinner conversation. I honestly havn't felt like a family with these people in a long time, and I bet it'll be another year until I get that feeling again. We don't really get along, is what I mean; moreso that the "normal" family unit's level of "not getting along" but I digress.
I find it funny that every xmas I wind up getting more and more Spider-Man-related knick-nacks. I mean, yes, Spider-Man rules, but the merch his face is on sometimes makes me shake my head and ask, "why, Marvel Comics Group, why do I need a Toothbrush Buddy? Who's seriously going to buy that die-cast car shaped like his head?" But a thoughtful gift is a thoughtful gift, right? I'm a pretty hard guy to buy for, really. When the question, "what do you want for xmas?" is posed I never have an answer. I don't really want people to buy me stuff because I don't feel right about it, for some reason. Maybe it's the feeling of dependance. I'm a pretty solitary guy, don't you know.
God, I'm so lonely.
I don't think I mentioned anything about my department party (oh yes, that right ... I had two work parties this year) but I walked out with some swag. Most notable the "Grand Door Prize" of a pair of tickets to a Raptors game, that basketball team that Toronto has. Plenty of my co-workers were green with jealous rage once they heard the news, let me tell you. Okay, just the one. According to the map of the ACC I googled I'm pretty close to the court (where they play the game), so, while I know nothing of this sport or which players are worth focusing on, I'm going to a basketball game and I'm probably going to love it. I'll bring you all back stuff. Jerseys. I'll steal a box of Raptors Jerseys and you'll fucking like it.
GRR!!
That ... that's the team logo. Yeah.
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