Long weekend.
Yes, so I've been gone for awhile, at least gone from here. I had to go celebrate Christmas at a hotel in Appleton. You read that correctly. Christmas. In September. The story behind that is as follows: My grandparents go to Texas for the fall and winter. So, unless we'd go down there (which would never fly) for Christmas, we're forced to celebrate it months beforehand. Which is OK, in theory. But the fact that this is made public, usually, is what makes it bad. It's horrible enough that my mom's side of the family are drunks. Well, most of them are, anyways. Add to this the fact that certain people DECORATE THEIR ROOMS with Christmas items. Also keep in mind that it's a tradition that a male member of the family dresses up as Santa Claus every year. Finally, remember that there's usually nothing to do but sit and drink, and you've got yourself a recepie for disaster.
My cousin was Santa this year. He's skinny, got jet black hair, and has tattoos and piercings. He had to walk down the stairs, through the hall (past the front desk) to get to the room. He had to ring bells and say "Merry Christmas." Needless to say, people stared. Not just any people, either. These people included hot, single women. Like an idiot, I walked with him.
Later on that night, I saw some of the girls. They ignored me and my cousins. Maybe it was because every time they walked by I had a beer in my hand. Maybe because they knew we were "the psycho people who were having Christmas in September." I don't know. The experience can be summed up by this scene:
(cousin, Steve, to girl who kept walking back and forth by us, obviously she was bored)
Steve: Hey, what's up?
Girl: (ignores him, keeps walking without so much as an acknowledgement)
With the exception of the free beer and the $20 gift card from best buy, I should've kept walking too.
On another note, I got my newly built computer up and running earlier tonight. I was sorry to see my old one go. I really was. I know it's just a machine. But it was good to me, despite was Microsoft threw at it. I just think of all the porn it held. Those lonely Thursday nights wouldn't be the same without it. Or the bad Photoshops. What else would I do when I had nothing to do? And of course, you can't forget all the websites I started on that thing. Good memories (barring the WinXP nightmare). Here's to you, Compaq Presario 7360... you've been a good friend. Thank you.
I know, that was lame. Anyways, here's the Hot Or Not person of the moment.
I'd hit it.
Sunday, September 15, 2002
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