Hahaha. You got boxers. There's just something fundamentally wrong with girls wearing boxers, man. I dunno what, but there is. It's laugh-worthy. They hid a big old desk in my room, heh. Kind of an odd...way of doing it, but they did.

Hah! Penguins. They should have got you a real one, yo. That would be awesome.

Dude! I got my present from Abby tonite...wow. Wow. I love her. And man, I'm sorry for sort of not responding to any emails! Your email and mine have a problem communicating, it seems. I never get any you send. Hm...dude.

I'm just really blown away by all of it.

I'm going to Tempe in about five hours, so I'm going to bed. Until we meet again, friends!

Congrats on the car. Was that what they hid in your room?

Whitney and I both got portable DVD players, then then we got a DVD recorder. And cds, of course (Guster, Beatles, Counting Crows) and DVDs (all 5 seasons of Friends, Bruce Almighty, Finding Nemo, Ever After, couple of Beatles ones, etc.) and clothes. Lots of clothes. And PENGUINS!!! 6 to be exact. 2 stuffed (Hugsy and Fat Penguin) and then 3 figurine things, and then a penguin-shaped loofa thingy. Kinda weird, but cute in it's own little weird way.

Oh, and Abby told me to tell you that I got penguin boxers. They're from Aeropostale. I got smalls, and they're huge. I was like, wow, small guy=big girl. So what do the little puny guys do for boxers? Cause there were definitely no extra-smalls. Poor really-small guys.

And um, that's about it...

As if that wasn't enough.

Oh, yeah, a robe.

As if you care.

Woo!

Christmas...geez. I got a car. Damn, I feel like such a damned ass spoiled rich B-hood kid now. Damn me to hell! It's a nice car, tho. It's a black Civic, the car I've wanted since I was about 10. So w00t, bia, w00t! I'm going to burn a CD for some road music now.

How did all of the rest of you make oot?

Hmm. I'll send you an email. Just in case. Heh. It ain't about stupid, bia. I don't think I really told anyone about it. I had no accomplices. The only person that really knows what it is, is my dad, because he was watching me put it together over the past few days. It was late it coming, but I think it'll be worth it. It was finally finished around 10 this morning. Damn, shut me up. Check your email, B.

Merry Christmas, dudes and dudettes!

What did you get her? I think I know this, but...

My mind is so cloudy right now. Just tell me again. And if I didn't know before, please tell me that too so I don't feel quite so stupid.

Happy Christmas Even, all!

Woo. I'm stoked. I look like a real preppy ass ho right now. I haven't used that expression, the "(insert clique here) ass ho" bit. Taking a picture latré. Damn, I love pictures! Dammit! I'm really serious.

I finished assembling Abby's present, Linds. To quote, "Boy howdy, is it neato!" I've actually been staying up til three in the morning with a purpose?!? My god!

Woo! Have fun, kids! And a Merry Christmas if I don't get back on, and considering that I think I'm getting some trick ass stuff, I'm thinking not.

Heh. G'bye for now, friends.

Nod nod. I didn't think my first instance was correct, but I wondered.

Bleagh. I'm really downered. Yesterday I was coughing and I spit blood, which wasn't very fun (and yes Linds, Abby knows), and that wasn't too cool. And I'm just having a chemical imbalance in general from being sick. God I hate feeling this way. It's like being in a box full of rusty razors with no way out, ever.

Cough cough. That's why, right thurr. Fuck. I have stuff to go do. I just thought I would check and see how everyone else is doing.

exactly what I meant...

yeah.

What I really meant it as was I liked how he tripped over his words and almost gave away what was in your room.

hahahahahahaha!!!!

Heheh. I wonder how I'm supposed to read that reply post. As a perv, as a "haha that's D being a fag"? Heheh.

Heh. Hm.

"I want to help you... play with... the thing in your room"

Heh heh heh...

Funny.

Brrr.

I was able to taste the tea until yesterday. Grr, I hate it. And now I've downed about two gallons and I haven't tasted the last one and a half or so.

Heh. Yesterday me, Spinks, and Alex were wrapping gifts at Border's for Habitat...that was really fun! The people were really nice, at least, they gave us really good advice on how to wrap stuff without giving us shit on how lousy we were doing. And even if they had, I would have just reminded them how much they were paying for it, and they could just take their shit and leave. It's not like we needed the dollar bills everyone was giving anyway. People are so damned cheap. But we made enough money so it was all good. It also reinforced the fact that I'm probably never going to hold a job if my life depends on it.

Oh, and one last thing, because it's troubling me.

I can't go into my room.

Yes, I know that's probably the weirdest thing you've heard all week. Supposedly, my dad bought me something for Christmas while we were in Chattanooga, and my grandmother and grandfather down there brought it up this weekend. Anyway, it's presently sitting in front of my door, in the middle of the floor...I've been told that it once breathed, but it doesn't anymore...I asked Katie if I could bring it back to life and she said no, but it would be funny if I tried. What the hell is it? And I can't go into my room! Grr! That means no getting dressed, no playing guitar/drums, no PS2, no...sleeping really. I've got the couch, and then the dogs are going to decide it would be fun to have a slumber party to their maximum comfort.

I'm scared. I don't like dead things in my room, or that I don't get to go inside until Christmas day in the morning. Or that my dad's making me leave for Chattanooga right after we get done opening presents. What kind of shit is that?!? He said we might not go. I hope he decides to "not have any feelings" like he says he does and keep us here. He said that he might not simply because he wants to "help me...play with...the thing in your room."

I hate Christmas. It's so commercial.

/Brrr.