Monday, December 24, 2007
Christmas 2007: Start to Finish
this is going to be sort of a retroactive type blog, as it is right now 11:47 in the pm on december 24th, 2007 and i am bored out of my mind.
i started the day waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go into an office with one person to stuff envelopes. it was awful. i originally thought that there were going to be a lot of pieces of mail to stuff/seal/deliver. i thought i was truly going to feel like a worthless, uneducated laborer once again. i was wrong, only a couple hundred pieces. i left the office and came home an hour later. sucked.
i got home and realized that the tortuous christmas eve mass was only a couple hours away. oh, and good news, my mom told me it was the children's mass. it was now guaranteed that there would be some crying kid in my ear. mass sucked, i couldn't remember when i went to church before this, and i remembered why. there was a small little boy, who was nicely dressed, who kept his fingers in his ears the whole mass. i thought to myself that kid was on the right track. and then there was this other guy in front of me who happened to be wearing a turtle neck and red cord pants. he reminded me of clark griswald. gross. mass was awkward as the pew i was sitting in was of course packed and i had to stand sideways the whole time. it was also hot as hell.
dinner was pretty good when i got home, the pork was a little dry, but it tasted good.
football sucked. who the fuck cares that philip rivers screams and yells at the broncos all game. i don't.
i was watching bad santa, but my mom just came in and bitched so i had to put on according to jim.
counting down the minutes till my parents go to bed.
i started the day waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go into an office with one person to stuff envelopes. it was awful. i originally thought that there were going to be a lot of pieces of mail to stuff/seal/deliver. i thought i was truly going to feel like a worthless, uneducated laborer once again. i was wrong, only a couple hundred pieces. i left the office and came home an hour later. sucked.
i got home and realized that the tortuous christmas eve mass was only a couple hours away. oh, and good news, my mom told me it was the children's mass. it was now guaranteed that there would be some crying kid in my ear. mass sucked, i couldn't remember when i went to church before this, and i remembered why. there was a small little boy, who was nicely dressed, who kept his fingers in his ears the whole mass. i thought to myself that kid was on the right track. and then there was this other guy in front of me who happened to be wearing a turtle neck and red cord pants. he reminded me of clark griswald. gross. mass was awkward as the pew i was sitting in was of course packed and i had to stand sideways the whole time. it was also hot as hell.
dinner was pretty good when i got home, the pork was a little dry, but it tasted good.
football sucked. who the fuck cares that philip rivers screams and yells at the broncos all game. i don't.
i was watching bad santa, but my mom just came in and bitched so i had to put on according to jim.
counting down the minutes till my parents go to bed.
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