Ooh child.
It’s hit. I usually give myself the opportunity to avoid holiday cheer for as long as possible then BAM, let it take over my entire life for a few indulgent days. And today, as I walked in on John Denver and the Muppets belting “The Twelve Days of Christmas” all throughout the office, Miss Piggy’s glorious timbre echoing off the red and green walls, I knew it had begun.
The big problem here is my lack of preparation, however. I haven’t had enough time to finish my holiday shopping so I’ll be joining the ranks of idiots scrambling to finish up tomorrow before heading back to Vail for a few days of chillin’ out, maxin’ and relaxin’.
I realized last week that the one gift I really should have asked for, I didn’t. It’s a Canon EOS and when I discovered my mom had bought one last week I once again fell in love with photography. (Not to say that I am any good at it or know anything about the mechanics of a decent camera.) I hope she’ll concede for a few days and let me play with that thing, because, damn.
This is turning into a rant, so we’ll move on. Bowling. I bowled with Alex, Greg, Jody, Kamtin, George, Sam, Anna, Lindsay, and a couple other people last night and discovered that when I move to the right a few boards and use a slightly heavier ball I can roll strikes all night long. I set my (modest) personal record at 172 and beat my previous record twice throughout the night. Now I feel like I should be asking for a bowling ball for Christmas to help fill out my dorky games chest, along with the Singstar Karaoke kit and Doom 3 for PC.
Last thing: my desktop PC at home shorted out today even though it was connected to a power strip. Does anybody know if that means my hard drive is fried? Because if it is, then fuck Christmas.
Hung overly,
Chris
3 years ago