The holiday season

Ahh, I'm in a good mood. Maybe it's because it's Scrubs Week on Comedy Central. It certainly isn't because "it's the holiday season".

Yesterday (day after Christmas), I was working the closing shift. I was chatting with a frequent customer while I prepared his coffee, and casually asked him how his Christmas had been. He sadly told me that it hadn't been very good. It brought me down, hearing about how he'd been lonely on a day nobody should spend alone. I forced a smile, told him, "It'll be better next year!" and slid his latte towards him.

I had a nice Christmas, but the overall feeling is somewhat dampened, and I don't know how to put my finger on it, exactly.

I like the simple things. I spent Christmas Day in my pajamas, watching Esteban play Rayman on his Wii:



playing Yoshi's Island on my DS, and later crying with Esteban as we watched Joan of Arcadia. It was an entire day devoted to being lazy, and we don't get to have many days like that. So wasting time like that felt good.

I just sometimes feel it's not good enough for him.

Random blurbs of thought...

This semester has been hell. The classes themselves weren't really that hard (except maybe Grammar), but my attitude towards them made it all worse. I'm just glad it'll be over soon. Just two more exams to go... I'm particularly dreading the math one at 7 in the morning on Friday. Bleh. If I do well on it, I might scrape by with a C. Which is good enough for me when it concerns a class as useless as math.

In two weeks it's my second anniversary.. *sigh* boy, it hasn't been easy. I don't know yet what we're going to do to celebrate. We're not known to go out on romantic dates- we celebrated our first anniversary by hanging out with a large group of friends at a Starbucks.

OH and the water heater's broken. It's gonna cost $640 to fix it. And that sucks. Looks like I'm gonna have to squeal my way through ice-cold showers for a while.

I'm glad my mom got into the mood to put up Christmas decorations.



Christmas used to be her favorite time of year- she really went all out to make sure her house was the prettiest one in the whole neighborhood. These past couple of years, though, she's drifted through the holidays half-heartedly. But I think she's doing better.

...I hope my dad has a rotten Christmas. Hell, I hope he has a rotten rest of his life.

*bitter muttering*