December 24, 2005

  •   It's weird to think that a plant can starve to death, but that's what my poor bitey is doing (my venus flytrap.)  I just can't find any flies for her this time of year, and by now her leaf-traps are too weak anyway.  Poor girl.  I think I'll have to put her down soon...


      The last few days were pretty fun - some of Christine's family stopped by for her birthday.  She's legal drinking age now, yay!  ...of course, she still hates alcohol, so that doesn't really mean much.  We did get to go to a fun bar together, though.  (Normally wouldn't excite me, but we found a really relaxing, cushy bar in Wallingford with live music and huge couches with pillows and salmon-colored light fixtures that looked like crystal squid...)


      Christmas shopping is stressful when you're practically broke.  My next paycheck will fix that situation, but wouldn't you know it, I receive it on the 25th.  Great.  (Oh well - our family is doing Christmas on the 28th anyway, so I can probably squeeze in some last-minute "actually have money now" Christmas shopping on the 27th.)


      And now, as soon as my dad arrives from picking Greg up from the airport (he's only an hour overdue - that seems about right) we'll head to our Grandpa's farm - the last Christmas there before he sells it.  It's fucking BEAUTIFUL - really too bad it won't be in the family anymore.  Plus, Grandpa has colon cancer and will be in surgery on Christmas, so that's pretty shitty timing.  Poor guy.  At least we'll all be there for him.


      "I Heart Huckabees" - good movie, but painful to watch.  Both Christine and I hate embarrassing parts in movies, and that's pretty much all the movie was about.  (Random people having existential crises and completely embarrassing themselves.)  Very cool and philosophical... but damn.  Not watching that thing again.  Ouch.


      Meh... booooring.  Waiiiting... waiiiting to get picked up to go on an excruciatingly long car ride where I can wait for seven hours to get to my grandpa's place.  Bleh.


      Oh, um, merry Christmas-type holiday season thing, and all that.  Yay.  Yay for presents.  Except for the buying them part.  Giving would be a lot more fun if it weren't for the vacuum-cleaner-to-the-bank-account effect.