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December 25, 2005 12:00AM

Christmas Eve


Well, it's Christmas Eve and I feel I should make an entry tonight since I usually like to have major holidays documented for viewing in the years to come, so I guess that's why I'm writing right now; not so much because I want to, but because I know I'd be mad if I go to look at what I did for Christmas in 2005 only to find no entry.

I awoke this morning to both a big hangover, and a strange jar of no name pickles on my desk... yes, they're related. I don't remember coming home last night, which can be seen as a good and a bad thing, so naturally I don't remember... locking the door, getting into my pijamas, why the tv was on when I woke up, or well.. anything else that's involved in coming home, getting ready for bed and then going to sleep. Mark ended up spending about $120 I believe, buying Ann and myself beers all night... we actually cleaned them out of all their Bud and Canadian, and resorted to drinking Blue, as it and 50 were the only drinks left. It was a really good night though, spent with some good friends. Sarah was there, Kurt was there, Steve, Cam (obviously) homeless guy, weird old guy, and a few others... but mainly it was just our group of friends, and we had a lot of fun. Cam played me two Alice In Videoland songs (one of them being Cut The Crap), Steve played me The Faint and I, Synthesist, and overall I was giddy and smiling the whole time. Sadly it was the last cybernaut and that makes me sad, as I don't like the idea of mixing electroclash and nu metal... one makes people wanna dance and stuff, the other one you can only sit there and brood.. brooooooooood. Oh well... things will work out and become the norm.. whatever. We stayed till closing, and Mark and I stumbled home (apparently aquiring a jar of pickles in the process) and that's that. Oh yes, before we went, Mark bought a camera with his money, and took pictures!

I didn't really go into detail about my time at my Sisters with my Mom and Linzie, and I guess there really isn't that much to talk about... but I really enjoyed myself and it felt good to spend the day there. I walked away with an assload of gifts, mostly from Lindy.. things from the dollarstore, but things that I love, and things that I'll use. I got a bunch of new candles and candle holders, a cat figurine, bubble bath, surane wrap, comet cleaner, swiffer pads.. just countless things that made me smile, made me feel loved and it was wonderful. My Mom got me perhaps the greatest gift of the year, a box of food; food that I love! FIVE cans of tomatos, a can of raguesque sauce, tons of various pastas, a bag of rice, a box of broth (for the rice) and some nice apples. I enjoy how well my family knows me... but I guess that's to be expected, since... well, because they're my family!

Today was spent with Jess and Michelle and we basically played Halo 2 for the most part.. them against me on various maps... it was a lot of fun, probably the most fun I've had playing Halo 2 before, since it was fun sniping, and just having fun and weeee... yeah it was fun. As each match went on, Michelle and Jess scored progressivly higher and higher, a sign that they're improving, and I think they had a fun time playing too... since we laughed a lot and made a lot of jokes. I hope they come over more often for some 3 player action (I mean that as sexually as possible).

Tomorrow I'm going to Hamilton for dinner with Grandpa and probably Norm (I dunno who else) and that should be nice, since family and free food are good things. I'm bringing my laptop and webcam, so like usual, I'll take pictures in the car, and probably there (one of the Christmas tree like I did last year). I think we're going to be having Turkey, which I can't help but view was chickens retarded cousin, since it's just a bigger, dumber, dryer version of chicken... but if I pour gravy all over it, I can just pretend it's chicken.

So I guess I'm not really in any 'Christmas Spirit' but I think I'm enjoying the time anyway... I know that playing games all night isn't exactly the traditional celebration but it's probably the most 'jordan' type thing to do, so that's good enough for me.

I think that's about it for now... I'll be updating again tomorrow during the car ride home, so you can look forward to that, and some pictures. I hope your Christmas Eve was as enjoyable as mine, and I'll be making an entry tomorrow with my official merry Christmas, so... anticipate!

ooh.. and yes I DO want my pickles! .. hah.

 

oh and to answer 'Captian.' (whom I don't know exactly who that is, but since they said 'us' when referring to me, it has to be ann or something)'s question, I did in fact vomit at the bar, and as per usual, it was in my stall, the leftmost one, in the toilet this time, since I wasn't drunk enough to miss (like last time). It was near the end of the night anyway... kinda came out of no where.


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7 Comments


Michelle
January 01, 2000
remember when you guys thought i hit my head? but i really didnt? HA! <33

Ann
January 01, 2000
Of course I'm the damn captain. I needed an official title. Why did you post the ugliest pictures of me possible? And I know I was making fun of someone in the first one..but I forget who. Either way..it was fun. We should do it again! and again!

Jordan
January 01, 2000
regarding the last comment: I was? I don't remember that.. I remember that someone at our table said something, and I think I might've giggled or agreed, but I don't remember saying anything specific. oh well.. i was drunk! HAH! I'd make fun of YOU dru

Mark
January 01, 2000
not you haha her. she said she was making fun of someone in that picture...dancing or something i forget haha we also finished off the blue. thats how ann ended up wiht a 50

Ann
January 01, 2000
OHHH that's right, I was, wasn't I?! Well, he did look like he had consumed the amount of tranquilizers used to sedate a fucking walrus. Did that make sense? No. But i said walrus!

ann
January 01, 2000
ps Jordan..I'm talking about that strange, greasy, cardiganed man. NOT you, buttercup.

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