Well, it was that time of year again. You know the one, with the fat pedo climbing down your chimney, after watching you do all those naughty things all year? (Im sorry if my text woke you, btw. ;D )

Unfortunatly, Christmas isnt as special as it used to be. I've long hit the age where the magic is gone, and its just another day. Sure, I'll get some pressants, but I just dont ask for them anymore, and I dont really care what they are. This year, I just got stuff that I needed, mostly. Which is fine, because in the end, saves me from buying them. So its kinda a money saver, for now.
But the part where I go to bed early, wake up early, and wake the house up to dive into my stack of pressants is gone. This year, I infact, worked Christmas. Down at Sizzler, I got my hugeass pay from working all day. Wassnt bad, though, as I got to gorge on the special chrismas menu all day. Which, might I add, was fucking tasty.
Didnt give or get much, which is fair enough. Bought stuff for the people I live with and family, and a few friends. I probally shoulda gone outta my way, now that I have the money, but working for it, again, kinda takes the magic out of it.

I hope everyone else enjoyed it, though. Marry Christmas. 2008 is coming.

I love this MS Writer thing. Its a great little program, especially because I don't have to open the extremely flawed IE to get anything done. Its all here, its offline, and I can do things at my own pace.
I also wanna apologizes for my previous post. It was full of an odd angst that really is not me. I'm gonna leave it up, though, because someone close inspired me to; It in a way proves I'm mortal, and have emotions, which apparently doesn't show often.

I've made a rare appearance on my own dA account, and published something which is apparently the best thing I've ever done since I invented Happy the Sperm. Little Kings Closest Friends is meant to be kinda dark and moody, and kinda poetic. Doesn't matter what you get from it.
Hopefully, if I can keep my act together, I can keep this as atleast a semi-frequent series, along with publishing more stuff along the way. Like more Happy the Sperm!! (jokes, you don't wanna see more of him. Yet.)

Today I was suppose to go Christmas shopping. I know what I want to get everyone (I'm copping out and getting alot of people much of the same thing) but its the effort of going to the city and getting it that's putting me off. Hell, wouldn't take an hour for the whole trip. Ugh. Then you have the problem of who to get it for. Family, ofcorse, because its the one group of people you have to. But the problem is who of your friends? I don't want to cause/ be apart of any awkward "But I didn't get you anything" moments, and since I've forgotten who the one person who said they'd gotten me a present, I'm gonna be buying extra pressies, just in case.
Anyway, I better relinquish my procrastination, and since noones talking to me on MSN or Gtalk (and I'm epically paranoid about starting convos with people on busy/ away/ BRB, I wont start a convo with you. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) I better head off.

Rossi, Is capable of more then just sperm.

Not having school seems to do weird things to you after a while. I'm not talking about a Christmas Holidays, when you know eventually, after six months, it will be all the same again. I mean, schools over. For good. Anyone you don't have in your MSN list, you man never hear word from again. That's it. Your social structure suddenly shits its self, and unless your already working, you wont be meeting people and chatting on a regular basis any more. You have to somehow have to meet people at parties, assuming your invited, and assuming you have the kinda party people friends. You do sometimes get a little lonely.

Its not just friends, either. You get bored, and realize how bad you are at all the things you thought you'd give all your time to. You used to be able to say you simply had no time to practice, but now you know that it wasn't that, its just that you were in general no good at them. The arts, writing, and even some things more dear to your heart, you devote your hours of boredom and find out that, well, you shouldn't have grown so attached in the first place. Its a shame, though, as you coulda been doing something more productive with your time.

You feel the need to start a career, while at the same time, wanting all the relaxing time you think you deserve, but to achieve this, you need a job to pay for it. And transport to get there. Its a disgusting loophole of our human material lifestyles that hopefully causes out to devolve into a state of bliss.

I'm publishing this for two reasons. I've finally installed Windows Live Writer, and I wanted to try it out, and now that Preece is internetles for a month or so, there will only be one person who might read this and Sav isn't on the internet often enough to really care to check this. Everyone else has long forgotten these useless 'blogs. Besides, there's always the easy option to delete.

Besides, its just a rant.

Rossi; bored and without inspiration.