December 18, 2001 :: 11:51 a.m.
bah humbug
I'm really not too into writing right now, but I'm bored and feel compelled to update anyway.
Yesterday was our 13-month anniversary. By "our" I mean Adam and I, of course. The day started out splendidly - I went over early and we had breakfast and exchanged presents and stuff. We've been celebrating monthly since we first started dating, which sounds really corny, I know. But I think our relationship is something to celebrate, so I like it.
We went christmas shopping in the afternoon, which was just horrid. I'm done with it all now, thank god, but I'm not sure if the satisfaction of being finished was worth the stress and the headaches. It was a foul day to begin with, cold and wet and rainy. The traffic was insane, and of course there were swarms of people all over the place. Does christmas makes people stupid or do all the stupid people who hibernate for the rest of the year just come out at christmas? Whatever the reason, they all need to go away. Far, far away, never to return.
I'm such a misanthropic creature. I think I scared Adam, because I told him that sitting in traffic makes me daydream about all of the other cars driving over a cliff and smashing together into a blazing inferno at the bottom. It's not an unusual thing for me to say. I say things like that all the time, actually. Hmm... in any case, here's the moral of the story:
Christmas needs to be over. Now.
I started The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, which is the sequal to The Golden Compass. I read about a hundred pages last night while I was making cookies, and so far it rocks. I'm so glad I have something to read, finally - I was approaching the point where my sanity would have collapsed completely. Unpleasant. Not an issue anymore, though, because I'm once again a happy little reading elf. The cookies turned out badly, though. I was going to make everyone a batch of fortune cookies as a little side present, but they're such a pain in the ass. You can only make two or three cookies as a time, and they take ten minutes to cook, so it takes like an hour to make a dozen cookies. That's assuming that you don't mess any up, which I always do. I finished Joe's "Zen Cookies," but I don't think I have patience to make the rest. It's a shame, too, because Carla's "Sex Cookies" would have rocked.
My Harry Potter poster came yesterday, which is all fine and good except for the fact that it's the only thing I don't need by tomorrow. Nothing else has arrived yet, and I'm beginning to get a little irritated. I want my presents, dammit! Well, they're not my presents, but still. I'm hoping that at least Joe's poster and Carla's comic come on time. I can give Adam his gifts anytime, but I don't see Joe G. or Carla too often and I don't want to be like, "Sorry guys, your stuff is in the mail. In fact, it's probably being infected with Anthrax as we speak. Merry Christmas!"
Stupid holiday.
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