Posted

Dec 25th 2007

Mood

About to EXPLODE!

Mm. Christmas. That wonderful day of cheer, disappointment, followed by the day of exchanging selling. Hey, works for me.

Alas, I didn't want anything this Christmas. Didn't exactly have much choice with that matter, as I wasn't gonna be around to enjoy whatever they got.

Alas. I keep underestimating my parents. Seems like the year I want stuff they get me nothing, and when I want nothing, they put everything on a list for me. So, here's the harvest goods:

Note: I came downstairs in a drunken stupor. Mind you, I'd -just- gone to bed two hours earlier. So, it took a me a while to actually realize what was downstairs.

It also took me a while to realize everything was wrapped in Optimus Prime wrapping paper.



- Movie Thundercracker
Great, another toy for....someplace....God I need shelves.

- $200 Gift Card to Borders.
I knew this one was coming, but to be perfectly honest, I wasn't expecting anything this year. This is a traditional gift for me now. Anyone who knows me knows to get it. So, what I thought was a singing card by its thickness, was actually a card with a gift card in it.

- Air Force Mat
This thing is sexy. I don't even -want- to use it as a floor mat. I want to use it as a giant mouse pad.

- Hairspray DVD
The other night Mom told me she was going to Debbie's to get DVDs, and even told me what they were. So naturally, I wanted to see Hairspray. Lo and behold, she had already wrapped it for me.

- Country Karaoke
Welp, looks like Chaz's dream and mine came true. My dad, of all people, shopped alone for me. What a surprise, really it is. And got me a DVD meant for karaoke. -ALOT- of Karaoke. Alot of Lyrics games. Dance move training. Everything you'd want for So You Think You Can Dance and American Idol in all. Hell, I'm pleased.

- Air Force Mug
I got this, knowing it was for me. It's a white cup with a large black rectangle. Cut into this rectangle are four copies of the Air Force logo. Place Hot chocolate, coffee, or anything boiling in it, and the black disappears, revealing 42 different art images of aircraft used in the Air Force as of 2006.

- Air Force Scrapbook
I knew I shouldn't have told mom we get a paparazzi guy that follows us in boot camp, and sells us our photos of the experience afterwards.

- Mp3 Player
No really specific brand. It's a temporary tool, as said from Mom. It's sole purpose is to entertain me on the trip on the plane and to Basic, and is then to be sent home. If it survives my abuse of listening to music, chances are it'll be my best friend after Basic.

- 1001 Things Set
Well, yet another coincidence. It's become apparent I have a hidden key logger on my computer, because it seems like everything I've chatted about, I've gotten. Air Force things, Transformers, karaoke music, and now, this. A set of VERY large books, one of the most popular series in the world. 1001 Things to Do Before you Die. 1001 Things to Watch Before You Die. 1001 Things to Hear Before You Die. 1001 Things To Read Before You Die. They'll be well used.

- Guitar Star
What is this. Honestly. So, I chat to RPD, about Guitar Hero. And I will be perfectly honest, I hate the game. So, apparently, in the parental world, that means "So get her a different version." Well, you know me. I like the songs that are pop rock instead of rock and metal, and the more childish stuff then th full hardcore adult. Did I mention the game console IS the guitar? As are the songs in it? You plug it in and play, that's all you do. 20 songs. Well, I'm not fond of Guitars or Guitar Hero, but what the hell. Might as well enjoy something before I go.

- "What the hell is that?"
This was my first thought stepping downstairs. At first, I figured mom moved the furniture around. For days now, since moving into this house, we tossed away the rocking chair I had in the old home, since it was busted and near dead anyway. Course, we totally forgot to get a chair, so I was stuck with a metal chair at first, and then a dining chair. Alot of people may of heard me complain of back problems.

Turns out I wasn't kidding. Stepping down the stairs and seeing a brand new, reclining, rocking, SUEDE, tan chair, complete with it's copycat ottoman (does everything the chair does), was possibly the biggest relief to my body since deciding I wanted a breast reduction. Sitting in this chair, while opening gifts, I can't tell you how much my spine was screaming relief. It's nice. And it's short, just like me, so I'm back to my proper typing position, and my proper stance.

Yet once again, I'm aware I have a key logger. After all, last night was the first night I dared told RPD, "You know what I want for Christmas?"

"What?"

"Furniture."

I'll admit though. For two parents who didn't have a list, they definitely kept on top of the ball on things I actually found necessary to my survival. Air Force memorabilia, Transformers, and my maybe, two complaints about books and my back hurting. It was definitely an extremely large surprise, seeing them pull out gifts for me.

I was actually wondering when it'd stop. Go figure, that ad mist all the things, I, of all people, completely forgot: I have 8 days left.