So, yeah. We're in Los Alamos. We came down for Christmas. We had our Christmas today. T'was handy.
Sonic giftcard, IOU for Rock Band (my mom has like, no money), Ferris Bueller, and all the obligatory random stocking stuff from my mom, including an Indiana Jones action figure from Raiders. And from Liz, Nintendo Monopoly, Banana no slip pads for the shower, bacon bandaids, and, coolest gift ever, a first edition copy of Fight Club PERSONALLY SIGNED BY PALAHNIUK. Seriously, Liz wins Christmas. Oh, yeah, and there was also a beard trimmer in my stocking from Liz. Which I have desperately needed since... puberty. My aunt also gave us a pair of binoculars (which may well be used) and a picture of Adrian playing chess with Forrest (my other brother, whom is older than I), wherein Adrian is making one of those signature Adrian faces. It's in an old frame. The picture is nice, but... I think my aunt doesn't really care any more. Whatevsky.
We got a telescope for my mom and Guitar Hero for my sis, Sceneit and a WWII facts book for my brother.
So it was an über materialistarific Christmas, as always. I've also gotten to see a large smattering of people, some of whom I haven't seen for, oh... 3 years, and some of whom were at the wedding, all of whom rock and stuff. Yeah.
I'm having insane brain atrophy or something, because I'm overstimulated and my family is kind of frustrating to be around, especially when my uncle drinks himself stupid.
We're going to Adrian's grave tomorrow, I think. I haven't actually seen the tombstone. I've heard about it. I think we're taking my sister with us. It's going to be weird. We were planning on going yesterday, but for some reason didn't. I think it was that everyone wanted to hang out with us yesterday.
So, like I said, my brain is sort of mush right now, so I'm going to post this while it's still marginally coherent.