'Tis the Season...

This is maybe the first year in my short adult life that I have looked forward to the holidays and enjoyed the shopping experience that comes along with them. I'm really excited about giving my Mom the things I got for her. I've decided to get Britton and Bryce books from now on. They have plenty of toys now and will get more every Christmas and birthday for the next decade or so. I don't need to be contributing to that. Literacy, that's something I can get behind. Besides, the more toys they have, the more cleaning up they will have to do. And the more cleaning up that needs to be done, the less cleaning up they will do. The less cleaning up they do, the more punishment they will recieve. I don't need to be contributing to that. So literacy is my new favourite charity. And I'd like to start by spelling favourite like this. Favourite. Apparently the old man is just going to give us a wad of cash for Christmas. Time to make an annotated list of possible purchases and the anticipated costs of each of them. That will feel good. Steve: Could you help me find out which digital camera would give me the biggest, brightest bang for my buck?

I went to my Biological Anthropology class exactly six times this semsester. I got a B in the class. Something feels wrong about that. I also squeezed a C out of my European History class. Amazing. I thought I was "headed for the Big D don't mean Dallas" for sure. Maybe Dr. Bukey was feeling generous. No, that can't be it. I got a B in my German Literature class, which will in turn get me a shake of the head and a sigh from Dr. Condray at the next Stammtisch.

Movie Reviews

So last Saturday, Jamie and I went to Fiesta Square and saw Closer. It is the first movie I have ever seen in which I disliked, and even hated, all of the main characters but still liked the movie. I use the word "liked" liberally. It was entertaining and, as far as I can see with my very limited understanding of film-making, well written and directed. The movie jumps forward in time at several points, bypassing some important changes in the relationships between the characters and then shows the characters dealing with those changes after they have taken place. It only took one or two of these leaps forward to realize they were a specific tool being used and I came to expect them every so often. Clive Owen is a dick. Natalie Portman is a scalding hot hot hottie, albeit a very screwed up hot hot hottie. Jude Law is a weasel, again. Julia Roberts is an all-new Julia Roberts, and I really enjoyed her character. So I take it back, I did enjoy one of the characters in the movie. I left the theater depressed and very suspicious of the female I had seen the movie with. Is she scheming and manipulative? A passive-aggressive bi-polar psycho- sex-fiend? Is she going to going to ruin my life and go back to being a stripper? And then I was relieved. It was just Jamie. Aside from making me never want to become emotionally involved ever again, the movie was good. I give it an A. But I give every movie I ever see an A. It had a few Damien Rice songs in it, so I give it an A. Ha.

And then...
Landon, Jamie and I went to Razorback and saw Ocean's 12. It was big funny fun. It was pretty entertaining. The one thing I didn't like about 11 and don't like about 12 is the movie-goer has almost no chance of guessing how it is they are going to pull off the heist until it's over. Sure, you see them preparing for it and getting all ready and making plans, but in the end you realize you had been shown %11 of the plan and they did it in some other way. And that's fine I guess but this time around I wanted to guess, get it right and pat myself on the back and tell my friends I knew it all along. Anyway, Matt Damon was hilarious, so was Julia Roberts, I hated Catherine Zeta-Snooty-Stupid-Jones again and seeing Bruce Willis was just odd. His head looked like it had been Turtle-waxed. Twice. Get some popcorn and some M&Ms and enjoy. It's light, it's fluffy, you'll forget a lot of it, but it's entertaining. I give it an A. It had that French guy from Le Pact de Leux and I liked that and I thought he was good in 12. I give The Brotherhood of the Wolf and A too.

But the week before that...
She from the past let me borrow that French movie Amelie and that was just plain awesome. Seriously cool and entertaining. Funny, sweet, colorful. I give it an A. It had that short guy from Alien Resurrection. Seriously. Man, Alien Resurrection was downright horrible. But it had Winona Ryder in it, the love of my life. So I give it an A, along with Amelie.

Get your head out of my toilet, I want to go to bed...

Well tonight was Jamie's Christmas party and it was a great time. Finding and cutting down the tree was a good time, and it was refreshing to spend so much time outside in such nice weather, especially with someone so easy to walk and talk with. We finally found a tree and it was pretty nice looking, albeit a litte big. About 4 feet too tall, as it turned out. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into until it was time to take it through the front door. I trimmed and trimmed and trimmed. And Jamie trimmed. And Kayla trimmed. So finally it was whittled down to a respectable size. The ladies made cookies which were delicious, we decorated the tree, we played games, snacked, made fun of eachother, and once again, the guys, outnumbered, beat the girls at Trivial Pursuit. We didn't even take much advantage of the Sports category. If I can remember correctly, the partiers included: Jamie, Sarah, Joni, Katie, Lauren, Anita, Ashley, Lauren, Erin, Chris, Brian, Josh, Travis and myself. It was a good time, I really like those people. Terra was missing though. She'd like those people, they'd like her, and she would have had a good time. Maybe next time.

So I get home and I hear vomiting. As I'm walking to the bathroom to find out what's going on, I glance into the kitchen and see and empty bottle of wine and a near-empty bottle of vodka. I immediately deduce that one of my inexperienced rommates and/or their friends have mixed booze. The easy stuff with the hard stuff. Fruity easy stuff, no less. So I walk into Kindle's bathroom and all I see is brown hair surrounding a toilet. Turns out it's Kimberly and Landon 's doing the same thing as her, only he's doing it in my bathroom. Poor kids. What were they thinking? Lesson learned the hard way, the only way a lesson is learned when liquor is involved.

Funny inside joke quote for the day: "KFC don't sell pot pies?!?"