December The 25th, Mah Dear

It's strange. For the first time in my life, it's Christmas Eve (sorry, I forgot it's almost two) DAY, and I honestly can say that I don't care at all about what I might receive today. For the first time in who knows how long, I'm feeling truly content.

Now don't get me wrong. I can be just as greedy as anyone else. It's not like I've "realized the true meaning of Christmas" or anything. I'm not really giving anyone anything, with the exception of my brothers and a few close friends. I'm not being overly generous or full of holiday spirit.

I'm just happy to appreciate Christmas for what it is.

Christmas is a very special birthday, nothing more. The gifts, the decorations, the music and food...all are very nice, and I enjoy it all, but right now, I don't need it.

I don't need a stocking full of candy.

I don't need a new CD player.

I don't need a huge Christmas dinner.

I don't need anything, because I'm happy. Are YOU happy? And if not, why not?

This Christmas, if you can, spend some time with someone important to you. Take an hour or two and relax with a book or a game. Enjoy the day, and remember why it's special.

Christmas gets a perfect 10 out of 10.

I hope your holiday goes as well as mine.

And the reformed miser says, "It's not too late! I haven't missed it!"

Hmm...22 To Go...I Have Time

Well, I've got a bit of a rant, here. I am terribly disappointed.

The 40 Year Old Virgin sucked.

I've come to expect a higher level of comedy out of Steve Carrell, through past successes (See Anchorman, Bruce Almighty, and even Bewitched). I was looking forward to another hilarious work of art, and all I got out of it was mindless, crude, and ridiculously repetitive swearing and sexual 'humor,' if you can call it that.

They should have called it "Potty Mouth: The Movie." Or perhaps, "Cliches Gone Retarded!" Either would have been more appropriate.

I'd say that I don't want to reveal the storyline and spoil it...but the ENTIRE PLOT is summed up in the title. He's 40. He's a virgin. Ha ha ha ha HA.

There's just not much there to review. It's just 116 minutes of foulness.

I give it 4 toilet bowl brushes out of 10.

If you enjoy more than one or two scenes of this crap, then *poof*, there goes your respect.

And the virgin says, "I'm a virgin." And his friends say, "He's a virgin." And the ladies say, "You're a virgin." And the title says, "The 40 Year Old Virgin."



Two side notes. First, I think I ought to recognize imdb.com for all the movie links I've been using. S'been quite a lot of help. Second, I'm going to have to get a new baseball bat, because there'll be huge swarms of jealous women to beat off once I reveal that I am now a taken man.

That is all.

Simple Enough

You want a review? Here's a review.


CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE PWNDROBE GETS A 6,478,986 OUT OF 10.

END OF STORY.

Same Old, Same Old

Well, winter break's here, and, from what I can tell, I won't be doing as much sleeping as I had originally anticipated.

I'm still staying up until 3 each night, just not studying. I'm still waking up early, at 6 now, to go in to work, which'll now be five days a week, apparently. Forty hours, full-time work, part-time pay and benefits. Which means I'm still standing for 8 hours solid, sometimes more, dealing with morons. I'm still bogged down by all the herds of frenzied females. And I'm still lovin' it.

So yeah. Not much sleeping. A bit of partying, such as last night's escapade at Madame Jiznen's house. Some fun, for those of us who managed to keep awake. Christmas shopping, but of course. Plenty of eating, which I need to do soon, because after today, I'm absolutely ravenous. As far as gaming, I went ahead and bought a VIP membership to Battlegrounds Cybercafe and Gaming Center. Free unlimited game time until January 15th. Sweetness. So, including the membership, I'm at about 20 and three-tenths yards.

Oh yeah...about that exam...umm...it's all your fault! You guys didn't wish me enough luck! AHH!

But no worries. It's good that I have to retake it, with a better teacher, a better schedule, and a friend to study with.

Err, still no review! Just my boring old life! Once I get around to that whole concentration thing again, I'll put up a couple of reviews.

Wurd up, G.

And the ape-descendant says, "Three pints each? At lunch time?"

To which the non-ape-descendant says, "Time is an illusion, Lunchtime doubly so."

FD, THOS, SGS

You know, I never thought I could be this tired.

What with all of the emotional, intellectual, and physical stress, I now understand why all those 'big kids' spaz out over exam weeks. And I must say...I'm lovin' it.

Why, you ask?

Cuz I'm crazy.

I'm loving staying up until 3 in the morning each night, studying. Or not studying. I'm loving waking up again at 7 (when I get to sleep in) to go in and make use of the computer labs and library, not to mention take exams. I'm loving spending eight hours at a time standing, standing, and standing some more, all while dealing with **** ****ing *****y **** ****ers. I'm especially loving being swamped with laydeez throwing themselves at me.

It's stressful, it's uncomfortable, it's exhausting...it's...satisfying.

But as satisfactory as it may be, I'm looking forward to our winter break. I'll be doing a LOT of sleeping. Also some partying. A bit of shopping. Eating. Gaming. The whole twenty three and a half yards.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Haven't done much.

As I finish this up, I'm asking you all to do me a favor and wish me luck tomorrow. Basically, if I don't ace my Calculus exam, I'm gonna fail and have to retake it. Wonderful, eh?

Ah, well. At least I can try for Mr. Bolus's class.

Peace out, yazizall.

And the collegiate says, "What, me worry?"

P.S.: FD, THOS, SGS stands for "Four days, ten hours of sleep, still going strong." For those of you who can't read minds.