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Dec 18, 2002

I'm drunken and giddy with caprice.

I'm lowly and deadened with French.
Nick ::: 12:26 AM ::: 0 comments

Dec 17, 2002

I have updated STOMPE...see the sidebar. Kashmir, In the Drink, Flo, and 1979 are state music. My life is no longer at rest.

Flogging Molly's Devil's Dance Floor reflects the frantic, harried, last-hurrah-before-inexorable-fate-crushes-you-like-a-bug feeling that's been following me around. The Fab Four's Lady Madonna stands for the sense of being just slightly out of kilter with the rest of the universe (this one's in the sound, not the lyrics). Falling for the First Time, by the Barenaked Ladies (sorry about the repeat, I won't, ahaha, repeat it), is that uncontrollable, yet exhilarating freefall that we all know and love and hate and envy and rue. Linus and Lucy is one you all know; it's my Christmas. Put up the (fake) tree, wrap the presents, and play Linus and Lucy. No December is complete without it.

I can't blog about what I want to blog about because all of the people about my blog.
Nick ::: 11:07 PM ::: 0 comments

Dec 16, 2002

Wow, it definitely is Christmas.

See, our Secret Santas for the Breakfast Club are tomorrow, right? So I wait for tonight to wrap the gift, thinking that it won't be a problem.

Well, I was wrong.

The first ingredient for a good gift-wrapping experience is, obviously, a gift. And, as chance (or cruel whim of God) would have it, I couldn't find it anywhere. I tore up my room and the living room trying to find the shopping bag containing ... Hah! Thought I would give it away, didn't you? Well, you're wrong.

Anyway, after an exhaustive search of the premises, I sat down to think (i.e. bash my head against the desktop), and to my surprise I sat on something decidedly un-cushion-like. Lo! there was the gift, lying placidly in my chair! I reverentially placed the somewhat squashed present on the dining room table to await further processing.

But my misadventure was not to be concluded there. Oh, no. I still needed wrapping paper, and guess where that was? In my dad's room where he'd been wrapping presents yesterday. Being of an age where I'm no longer interested in sneaking a premature peek at a present I won't be allowed to touch until the big day, I had to figure out a way to get the paper out of that room without seeing anything.

My rather intelligent-looking solution was to close my eyes, get down on my hands and knees (which still haven't healed from their Thanksgiving skinning, thank you), push the door open, and grope around on the floor in the dark until I found what I was looking for. Mercifully, the paper was right by the door and the first roll I retrieved was theologically appropriate for the recipient.

Tape and scissors were easy to find. Despite this, I managed to badly bungle the wrapping itself. These things take practice, and face it, I haven't wrapped a Christmas present for a year. In all honesty, I wasn't even very good at it then. One side of this gift is so offensive-looking that it'd give Martha Stewart a coronary. I also lacked a label for the outside of the gift, and had to resort to the question, "What Would McGuiver Do?" If your present has paperclips all over it tomorrow, don't be overly surprised.

I blame the progenitors, and of course the ever-wily Zengiep for this disaster. I hope you enjoy the gift, Recipient.
Nick ::: 7:07 PM ::: 0 comments

Yeah, I just realized I need a big pile of holiday stuff to hand out and that I don't have any of it and that I don't have a car.

On the off chance that anyone would like to run me from my apartment to the nearest grocery store and back tonight, give me a buzz, but barring that you'll all have to wait until finals. Sorry.
Nick ::: 5:38 PM ::: 0 comments