Christmas Is Over!

I figured since I hadn't updated this since the day after Halloween that updating on the day after Christmas would be pretty fitting. I flew up to NYC two weeks ago for Rammstein which is probably the best concert experience of my life. Everything about the three day weekend and the three shows in it worked out perfectly and the show was nothing short of spectacular. I bought myself a Dean Razorback as well on Tuesday. That's all that's good in life right now. As for Christmas, this is just one of those holidays that is depressing to be alone for I do believe. I'm not talking about being single as much as just being alienated by everybody it seems like. My mom sent me some odds and ends and her old curtains for my sliding glass door on Thursday which was pleasant. Apparently it turned out to be a better gift for Scrambles since he has become obsessed with playing in the curtains. We got off of work at noon on Friday and my boss gave me $100 for a Christmas bonus which I thought was awful white of him. The idiot that I am decided I should get my father something since he is the only 'family' or anything I have anywhere close to me. I picked him up a Zeppelin shirt at the mall on clearance and then a GPS at Radio Shack. So I wrapped the GPS in the shirt and tied up the bag, since I'm not one for wrapping shit, and handed it to him. He had a shocked look on his face and let it sit in the garage for a couple of hours before opening it. I knew he was waiting for the right words to say to me. Later on, he opened it up and figured it out. "I was gonna get you something but since you need so many things I didn't know what to do." Whatever. So I spent the evening with Cynthia watching 'American Psycho' and episodes of Tosh.0 and drinking iced tea flavored beer stuff from 7-11. It was a fairly decent night at least. I slept until 10:30 when my phone was going off with my father wanting to know which Blu-Ray player he should buy himself. So he texted me and was like 'I'm coming to pick you up at 11:30, see you in 40 minutes'. He dragged me all over town to find himself a great deal on a Blu-Ray and movies. Then I got to go back to his place so I could install it, fix the remote in his bedroom and then wire in a new electrical outlet for his washing machine. That was my day. I told him I wanted to go to Goodwill so that we could get out of the house and I could ultimately get taken home. That plan worked and I finally made it home by 6:30. So I spent 7 hours as my father's do bitch on the day after Christmas. How depressing. All of a sudden I miss work. I just don't want to wake up for it. This is the pathetic life I lead. I guess that's pretty much all for now.