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Post by Canela on Dec 12, 2005 18:36:01 GMT -5
Man, I sound really sadistic in that last post.
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Post by Oz on Dec 12, 2005 23:08:21 GMT -5
My favorite part about Christmas is buying my friend's huge expensive Christmas gifts so they feel guilty as all hell when they realize they only got me a crappy gift certificate to some store I'll never go to.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 13, 2005 13:33:22 GMT -5
The worst bit about Christmas is that I am completely isolated for an entire month because everyone else is busy preparing for it.
But, on the flip side, I don't have to buy anyone a Christmas gift because I never see them until maybe a month after Christmas.
Furball doesn't know whether to be happy or cry.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 13, 2005 14:15:09 GMT -5
Pauvre petite Furball, tu as besoin d'une embrace. *hugs* At least you get to miss out on the terrible brings-out-the-worst-in-shoppers-ness that's orbiting around in December.
Oz: Ever tried supergluing a quarter to a lunch room table or sidewalk? You seem like the type.
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Post by David the Knight of Night on Dec 13, 2005 17:32:29 GMT -5
I did that once, only I did it to a dollar coin, so people REALLY wanted it.
I would do what Oz does, except I have no money. You know what's really fun though? Getting the price tag off of a really expensive present and putting it on a cheap thing. Then people really freak out. That, or hide their present under an old sweater from Good Will.-
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Dec 14, 2005 15:09:25 GMT -5
It's so effing bright outside of my house from all of the christmas lights that are on. And they're not even at MY house. Dear god...
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 15, 2005 8:34:26 GMT -5
We're all slight sadists, it seems.
My school is raising money for the food pantry-- the teacher who raises the most money by Friday gets to dress up as Santa Claus and teach for a day. Were I Canela, I would find this to be a sign of the coming apocalypse. Being TEO, I merely find it amusing that adults are willing to degrade themselves by playing accordions in the hallways while wearing Santa hats to support 'their campaign.'
Werr. My dad has little personality, I don't know what to buy him. Sigh.
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Post by Canela on Dec 15, 2005 10:50:41 GMT -5
TEO makes me out to be such a drama queen. I would no...
Well, yes, I probably would.
They were playing bagpipe music at my school, the other day. I was just innocently going into German class, and that reedy, whiny sound assailed my ears from theater wing, and it was LOUD, and I already had a massive headache and I had LOST my wallet in the Wal-Mart parking lot (which contained my driver's license and ATM card, I got it back the next day though, with everything inside, biggest relief of my LIFE) and I was starving and caffeine deprived but had no money with which to buy food or coffee.
Still have to do most of my shopping, and finish knitting several scarves I promised I'd make. Fortunately, I never guaranteed that they'd be ready before Christmas... "I'll just teach myself to knit! Then Christmas presents will be easy!" Ha, stupid, naive Canela...
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Post by Skiv on Dec 15, 2005 12:30:17 GMT -5
I finally sent three of the Christmas presents out that needed to be sent. It's horrid, down here, I have like. Three friends. Three!! Everyone else lives out of state! Granted, some, like Rattan, live one state over, but it still involves the post office.
There was mercifully no one there, even though it was lunch time, around Christmas... A sure sign that something was amiss. But no matter, being the brave Skiv that I am I entered (with a friend), and was posed with a completly new problem!
Who do I go too?
There were three people at the desks, so who do I go too? The man nearest me was looking down, writing something it appeared, so I guessed it was protocal not to go to him. Two left. Both looking up and alert. The lady at the far end looks at me and smiles. Do I go to her and aloofly by-pass the man nearest me? Do I smile back, head her way, then wantonly STOP one away from here, and risk crushing her spirit? Or do I smile back, go to her, but smile at the man I pass in way that says "I would have gone to you but... Well, you understand."
I chose the later.
It was very stressful I tell you. Feckin' post offices.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 15, 2005 17:07:51 GMT -5
We're snowed in. Just like last year.
And we're in the hills. It's not we live smack in the middle of the Himalayas.
MA called me last night, asking what I wanted for Christmas. When I suggested the obvious she's like: "That'd be too predictable". MA can be very adorable sometimes.
Good news is, however, if we can get down the driveway tomorrow I get to go to my friend's house where we shall play Uno Attack and oo over her new puppy. This is if we can get down the driveway.
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Post by Canela on Dec 15, 2005 17:25:41 GMT -5
Skiv, that's the closest to profanity I've ever heard from you.
I was in the post office a few weeks ago, around the same time that everyone began getting very stressed over Christmas approaching. I was attended by a man who looks exactly like a department store Santa. At five second intervals, he'd switch between yelling and just generally being a jerk to post office employees, then being perfectly polite to me. And he used phrases like 'cool postal jive.' It was hilarious.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 15, 2005 18:57:34 GMT -5
Which post office was this, now? I must go mail things so I can see him.
It's ice storming here, something I've never quite seen. It's scary, having half an inch of ice on every possible surface. I could practically skate on our mom's driveway. Co-miseration, Furball, though it sounds like you've got the worst of it. Hope you don't have to result to eating people.
That joke was in very poor taste.
Ack, a pun.
I'll stop.
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Post by Canela on Dec 16, 2005 1:13:13 GMT -5
It was the one by the library. I must mail cards tomorrow, you can come with me.
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Post by Oz on Dec 16, 2005 1:56:53 GMT -5
Oz: Ever tried supergluing a quarter to a lunch room table or sidewalk? You seem like the type. Actually, my favorite was leaving a fake three dollar bill in one of those fake money clips that slams down on your finger like a mousetrap whenever you pull on what's inside. That way it's like a double prank. Even if they fight the pain and manage to weasel the dollar bill out, there spirits are thoroughly crushed once they realized they fought so hard for a green piece of paper with Bill Clinton's picture on it. |
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 16, 2005 8:31:43 GMT -5
Oz: Ever tried supergluing a quarter to a lunch room table or sidewalk? You seem like the type. Actually, my favorite was leaving a fake three dollar bill in one of those fake money clips that slams down on your finger like a mousetrap whenever you pull on what's inside. That way it's like a double prank. Even if they fight the pain and manage to weasel the dollar bill out, there spirits are thoroughly crushed once they realized they fought so hard for a green piece of paper with Bill Clinton's picture on it. You. Are simply. Awesome. |
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!