just got back from watching paranormal activity 3 (which was a huge disappointment boooooooo).
i guess montreal is beautiful this time of year.
Tag: christmas
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christmas.
above: me (wrapped in my snuggie) having just woken up on christmas morning (afternoon). such are the luxuries of a boy from a family that opens its presents on christmas eve.
i got home from work yesterday completely exhausted so i took a series of micro-naps before my parents yelled at me to get dressed so we could go to the church service.
my entire family always dresses so formally for the church service. we don our dress shirts, dress pants and dresses, black shoes, ties, and blazers, and we still always arrive late.
grant’s message was pretty moving, as per usual, and i think it kind of shot some christmas spirit back into the people who were lacking in it. the service was jam packed with rhythmically mystifying carols and short, insightful messages about forgiveness and love and the the reasons we celebrate christmas aside from the excuse for presents and inordinately good cheer.
when we got home, i went back to sleep and woke up four hours later for the family dinner, which will leave us with leftovers for the next week.
everybody thinks i’m a crazy alcoholic because i like coolers, but really, they’re just actually delicious.
and then we opened our presents.
i got ‘atlas shrugged’ by ayn rand, an extra thirty dollars, a wallet, a watch that was made for an obese man (i’m going to have to go back to the merchant to have it adjusted), and a snuggie.
my presents seem to symbolize what i want in a partner: intelligence, wealth, punctuality, warmth and comfort.
and after basking in the euphoria of our new things, my family went and watched love actually, which was actually a pretty enjoyable movie.
it kind of made me want to never fall in love though.
it’s all just so complicated.
this morning i looked in my stocking and found mounds of chocolate.
this pleases me.
i will be stuffing my face with ferrero rocher all day, and really, isn’t that what christmas is all about?
and my dad just walked into my room with more turkey and mashed potatoes.
life is good.
