Merry Xmas everyone
And that goes for whatever other twisted pagan holiday of the winter season you celebrate.
So my xmas eve (traditionally the one my close family spends together) pretty much licked balls. It sucked, and I'm not sure how much of it is my fault, or theirs, as is usual with my family. I think the correct analysis is it's their fault but I blow things out of proportion. When I get pissed, I get super melodramatic, and well I have plenty of issues with them.
Commercialism (from the 'rents):
I got an iRiver - kickass
2 old navy shirts
1 old navy pair of pants
1 blanket (the fuck?)
1 cd of no great importance
Now a long long time ago i posted a thing for response which I’ve really neglected (along with this entire journal) so here...
Noelle - You can be really awesome at times, and at others pissy... I guess it fluctuates between your moods and my attention span with you/my mood. What would I do without you during D-band... who knows... anyway I'm glad we've become friendly because you're certainly worth knowing (more than i can say about a lot of people) and great for a chat and whatnought. P.S. Julian likes me better... I just lack the body :P PPS I'm sorry this really doesn't do you justice but I suck at these things (goes for all these entries I guess).
Ali - Ah... that brings us back to last summer, and those gatherings. And what great gatherings they were! Anyway I think you're cool, and genuinely smart (which means a lot from me), and yeah... It's too bad our relationship has to begin and stop at parties.
Sam - That's not what you said last night after the fifth (yes fifth!) fucking time... (ok you need to read what you wrote to me in that last post).
Kate A - You're one of the least selfish, nicest person I've encountered. The kind of nice that baffles somebody like me (because I guess I'm not nearly that nice and way more self centered). You're fairly shy I guess, and I've always felt like I only half know you. I've always wanted to get to know you better, but it just hasn't happened. And seeing as we don't even talk anymore it's just... I don't know... it's unfortunate and I sincerely mean that.
Bailey - How shall I begin...
And with that I can sort of say this journal is officially dying...
Look for sparse updates, and you never know, I just might turn back to the angsty journal thing.
Posted to no avail at 4 in the morning.
-Matt "Want to grow up to be / Be a debaser"
I went digging for fire, yet all I found was murky wormy water.