Make Way for 2006! And My Aunt

devildog's picture

When your parent works for a church, religion isn't a hobby or something you do on occasion-it is everywhere. Hell, it is work. And this is what my Christmas Eve usually consists of; waiting around the church campus while my mother works, running the Christmas pagent, working the after pagent party (the only good part is the cookies). I'm used to it by now, so it doesn't depress me as it used to. I just sat around the patio, listening to Momus' Stars Forever (buy this album, I command you!), dancing around and laughing at the ironic funny lyrics as children ran around in angel wings and shepard robes, beating eachother with their crooks.

The pagent was as cute as ever; the mistakes just make it more endearing. Joseph and Mary fought over the mike (we joked that they were having marital problems), one of the sheep ran randomly up the aisle back and forth from her mom to the stage. It always looks like it's going to fail at the dress rehersal but it always works out; the church always loves it.

Afterwards, some parishoners who helped with the pagent invited us over to a party, and we stayed for a couple hours. Mainly I just watched the kids run around with the cat, the boys right behind them. It made me think of when I was little, doing the exact same thing (except to torture the cat I put syrup on her. Don't ask me why). Christmas really is a childrens' holiday, which is why I guess it is so depressing when you get older.

For dinner my mom and I went for Thai food at our favourite place; I had duck noodle soup, which was awesome, and she had yellow curry. We mainly spent it listening to the guy next to us blabber away to his friend about his past relationships with guys and a bunch of other stuff. We're mean and couldn't help laughing at him because he was so pompous and annoying! It's fun to listen to other people's conversations.

I mainly got CD's for Christmas (which I picked out, because I like obscure indie pop/rock), but I felt bad for my mom-everyone gave her religious crap! She said she would prefer a sex toy when I asked her. The worst was this absolutely HIDEOUS cresh that was just...*barf*. I laughed at it for about twenty minutes.

Christmas day was spent cleaning the house (well, Mom did), and I just sat listening to more Momus while drinking coffee, which I found very enjoyable. Check out his site, it's great.

Later we went out to Old Town to see Pride and Prejudice, which was great (Kiera Knightly was gorgeous in it). I think the photography was some of the best I've ever seen, and the acting was superb. I recomend seeing it.

Today we went to the mall to get a Christmas present for my aunt, who's coming tonight from Pennsylvania, but it was so awful and crowded we couldn't find anything. Basically we spent an hour in traffic to get in. I felt like I was transported into Brave New World...*shudders*.

I finally got the second part of my story up: The Painter: Part II. Here you get to meet David, who's hillarious! He's never really had a real relationship before, only with a bunch of younger men whom he thought beautiful, but in the end their shallowness drove him crazy. But! I shall say no more!

Anyways, I guess I'll get back to writing it...my aunt should be here in an hour or so. I just have one word to say though:

Making beds sucks.

Adieu,

~Sam

Oh, and happy boxing day for those in the UK:)

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raining men's picture

Woooooh!

Wooooooh! Boxing Day!!! Everyone should have it

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing"

devildog's picture

:D

LOL, before I started going to the UK I thought it was a day where everyone played the sport!

~*~*~*~*~*~

I find there's glamour
In being a wallflower
With a stammer
I love what I am
And you won't change me
So take me how I am
Baby!
-Momus

ACCgirl's picture

Oh

I remember being in those Christmas pageants as a little kid. I was always the quiet one that never wanted to say her lines. Then I got older and starred in plays, thoroughly confusing my parents.

Ah, kids. Christmas is depressing as a teen, you're right. Even songs like Little Drummer Boy have lost a substantial amount of magic. Why do things have to change?

(And also: I liked your mom's gift preference; I think I would suffer a myocardial infarction if my mother said that to me.)

devildog's picture

I was in them a lot too, main

I was in them a lot too, mainly because my mom ran them and she needed me to fill in some role! Then Christmas did have a magic, but now, you know it was all just a dream...

LOL, I'm used to my mother's remarks-both my parents had a twisted sense of humour pretty sexual in nature. Sometimes jokes like that slip out of my mouth around my friends, which always freaks them out:)

~*~*~*~*~*~

I find there's glamour
In being a wallflower
With a stammer
I love what I am
And you won't change me
So take me how I am
Baby!
-Momus

saves_the_day's picture

Alrighty, this has been bothe

Alrighty, this has been bothering me for like weeks, what the hell is Boxing Day exactually?

Christmas morning on the nice drive to my brothers mother in laws we were joking around about it and decided it's either A)the day when the Canadians go out and punch each other in the face and at the end of the day the one who gave the most punches wins. ... OR ... B)It's the day when the Canadians rebox all their gifts that they got and hated and give them to someone else.

Either of the right by any weird, odd, crazy chance???

Just ask the question, untie the knot

devildog's picture

LOL, nope! Boxing day was sta

LOL, nope! Boxing day was started in the UK when masters would give used presents to their servants in boxes. Kind of a depressing holiday...LOL

~*~*~*~*~*~

I find there's glamour
In being a wallflower
With a stammer
I love what I am
And you won't change me
So take me how I am
Baby!
-Momus