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The most wonferful time of the year?

I should start this entry out by thanking Lauren for responding to my question about the meaning of Godspeed, as I ended last nights journal with.

Godspeed is short for “God speed you on your way,” originating in the early 1800s with the advent of the Louisiana Purchase and more families going west.

That is really cool to know … now if I say that, I’ll actually be able to explain it should someone ask me. Thanks Lauren.

So, those of you that follow the goings on in journalville … Tim is spreading rumours about Katie and I … not that those rumours might not have some truth to them. Katie and I have been spending quite a bit of time talking to each other lately and getting quite friendly … and perhaps that’s all I should say for now.

I’m sure it has nothing to do with the title Tim gave me of Dr. Luuuuuuuuuuurve. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone … right?

I think that song, “The most wonderful time of the year” is a crock of shit.

I’m sure it could be the most wonderful time of the year, if it weren’t for the fact that most people are idiots. In two days, I’ve nearly been run into twice by idiot drivers. Yesterday, coming home from the theater, this guy began comeing into my lane … when he was right next to me. I told my friend she should have knocked on his car window to tell him that he’s too close. Today, getting off the freeway, this minivan (I hate minvans … mothers in big trucks are way too dangerous … ) came from the lane next to me and totally cut me off, nearly taking off the front of my car.

And I can never get the damn horn to work, because I’m too busy trying steer the car out of the way.

Here is my version of the song: (Sung to The Most Wonderful Time of the Year)

It’s the most crappiest time of the year,
There are old women yelling
at cashiers for selling
some overpriced gear,
It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

It’s the crap-crapiest season of all.
With those drivers horns blowing,
and the mall overflowing
with cars in each stall,
It’s the crap-crapiest season of all.

We’ll have parties to attend.
See people we can’t stand and
get drunk and not even know.

You’ll get crappy gifts given,
from friends who are livin’
with some extra money to blow.

It’s the most crappiest time of the year,
There are mothers all fighting
for a Pokeman sighting
that they need for their dear.
It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

It’s the most crappiest time of the year.
There’ll be much money spending
and then the year will be ending
and you’ll shed a tear
cuz it’s the most crappiest time,
It’s the most crappiest time,
It’s the most crappiest time of the year.

Obviously I have too much time on my hands … .

Do you ever wonder how people just pick up and move? Today the neighbor family across the street moved. There wasn’t much notice or signs … the moving van pulled up and they began moving furniture out.

They said it was really sudden … they put a bid on a house, got it and had to move today.

It took me three weeks to pack up my belongings when I moved out of the studio I was in … I can’t imagine moving all my stuff in one day. I’d have a stroke or something … I would … you think I’m being melodramatic, but I’m not … I swear I’d burst a brain vessel or something. I need time to do things in an organized manner.

I still need to buy some gifts … I bought twelve pewter ornaments to give as gifts to people. Now I need to buy some more gifts …

Because I abhor going into malls during this, the most crappiest time of the year, I tend to buy gifts online. I also tend to find something, and then buy in bulk. I found these ornaments, so I bought twelve. That’ll cover twelve different people, and there are six different ornaments … so that covers friends, and a few family members. We all just buy thought gifts anyway … nothing too expensive.

By the way, happy Hannukah to those of you that celebrate that sort of thing. I never thought it was cool, until I heard you get a million gifts … so I think I’ll be Jewish. I’m part way there due to a certain surgical procedure I had at birth … I didnt go there did I. Ohmygod!

Oddities in the Life of an Unbalanced Cynic — Chris

But why do I do that? Because the purpose of this journal has gone astray. I used to write in it for myself — not for other people. Now, it’s getting to the point where an overwhelming number of people (well, overwhelming in the sense that I did NOT want so many people reading this) are reading my journal. They hang on every detail about my life, eagerly awaiting my next entry. Is that how I want to live my life? Do I want to live each day wondering how I can please my readers with another oh-so-exciting antedote about my life? I certainly don’t think that’s right.

Chris has kept a journal for quite some time, before going on a long hiatus … then in November he updated … and we all thought Chris is back. Well, he seems to be on hiatus again..but the current entry is something that alot of journalers can relate to. The fine line between keeping a journal for ourselves, for a sort of therapy and self-help, and then keeping a journal for everyone out there. Do we want to do this to please the readers or are we doing this to keep track of our lives?

I think I’ve found I do it a little for both … when I have something to say about myself I will, but as more and more people are coming into my world, I find that I’m also writing to give the readers something. I often think about that, and other things Chris has touched on, so I really suggest you read it if you already havent.

By the way, Chris does update the little iMood indicator from time to time.

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