Go team Venture!

So, yeah. We're in Los Alamos. We came down for Christmas. We had our Christmas today. T'was handy.

Teh Lootz:

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.

Work: I got another ASA. For dealing with an obnoxious author who either a) didn't understand what I was telling him, b) sucked at communicating what he wanted, or c) was old and incompetant and couldn't figure out how to tell me "there's no attachment to this e-mail."

If you answered any of those, you're right. I really hate dealing with old people, especially when they're seemingly nice but just can't communicate properly and instead of trying to explain their problems just end up getting frustrated and taking it out on me even though I'm NOT the one who told them they could have color pictures wherever the crap they want.

So, yeah... There's that.

Also, we still have no money, and Sallie Mae is reaming us for monthly payments, but what's new? We're going to try consolidating with the government, and if that doesn't work we can always default. Like a need good credit, right?

Have I mentioned the PS2? I think I did. We've been playing Silent Hill: Origins. It's all... crazy and scary. We've also been replaying Kingdom Hearts II, because there's no longer any evidence of us completing that horrible horrible journal.

I'm ready for my vacation already.

What are you buying me for Christmas?