another christmas is in the books

Candace is on my mind constantly. She's in Europe spending some Q.T. with the parentals. You know, time apart sounds like a good idea on paper, but it sucks big time. I am so lonely right now, I can't even see straight. She's been gone about four days, but it seems like a damn eternity. She usually calls twice a day, but my phone has been dead all day. I haven't had a chance to charge it because I've just been busy with my mom and dad and stuff. Not being able to talk to her induces a pain similar to taking an olympic javelin to the nutsack. It sucks. At this point, sleeping is an indulgence that a person in my current situation doesn't get to relish in, so I'll just recount my christmas experience. I guess christmas technically starts on Christmas Eve, so I'll begin there.

First thing in the morning, Katie calls me up and we have lunch at Qdoba's, which I'm always down for. Katie's truck is pretty sweet and the fact that she named it Carl makes it even better. I was shocked to hear about her sister's boyfriend. He's in a rough spot. He'll be okay though. He's a good kid (god I feel old). Her brother also found himself a decent lady. He's going to propose to her soon. Skatie was telling me that he got her a ring. Umm... I guess... if Angela's little sister is reading this, pretend to be surprised. Then, Matt comes over at about 3:00. We hang out and watch Aqua Teen until 5:00 when they had to leave.

Then, it was quality time with my new toy until about 7:00 when I headed over to Mom's house. Xbox rode shotgun in my fag bag. I took Sarah out for milk and cookies and we rented a movie. Never watched it. I hope it gets returned. We came back and baked the cookies. I proceeded to lose myself to Gears of War and Rainbow Six: Vegas until I got a random phonecall from my dad's number, but the voice coming from the other end of the line wasn't my dad... IT WAS PAPPY!!! I guess he had driven up from Tennessee so that Mary and little Xaeden could spend some time with Mary's family. Pappy made the extra effort to come up and hang out. I called Matt and we made a little mini-event out of it. We played video games until Jerry did what he does best and made a complete jackass of himself. Nothing major, aside from making my friends and I feel like a complete and total unwelcome burden (he has a thing for that, doesn't he?) Anywho, we headed over to Matt's and attempted to pull an all-nighter. Didn't happen. We crashed out at about 5:30.

10:00 A.M. rolled around pretty damn early on Christmas this year. I pretty much just woke up and headed over to Mom's house. Pappy headed down to Gosport so he could be with his family and Matt did his thing. Came to Mom's just in time to miss Sarah's gala-unveiling of her usual Christmas smorgasbord of gifts. I'm kind of relieved. I can sense that she's growing up a little bit. She has a better sense of appreciation. I'll never forget Christmas 2005. She tears ass through a vast cornucopia of gifts only to look up at her parents from amidst the ocean of torn wrapping paper and belt out, "awww... no portable dvd player. Oh well." It was more than a little disturbing. Anywho, she got some clothes and a pink razor phone. That's all she really wanted. I honestly feel kind of bad for her. Mom and Jerry are having a rough time, too.

I headed over to Dad's at about 2:00. He was still in bed all sore from his Peanut-Butter fiasco from the night before. Apparently, he decided that it would be a brilliant idea to get slobbering-drunk with Toby, Christen, and Squeel and actually attempt to walk the dog. Well, one thing led to the next and my poor retarded father ended up in the middle of the street with what appears to be a twisted knee and a "somewhat" broken arm. idiot. Looking back, I really wish that I would have stayed at my dad's house and actually managed a good time on Christmas Eve and maybe aided in my dad avoiding the whole broken-arm situation. Him and Squeel got each other ipods. I hope they enjoy their movie theater gift certificates... lame. I digress. We did the gift-exchange thing. I made out pretty well, I must say (it's tough to be humble when you own a custom-crafted marshmallow gun). Dad and I managed a little bonding time. He pretty much layed in the bedroom and watched me play Gears of War. He seemed impressed, but he has a really good way of faking that particular trait.

I headed over to Matt's at about 9:00 to hang out with him and abbey at about 9:00. I got to watch them do their gift-exchange. They are really awesome together. Matt's a great dude (although a little female-retarded), and Abbey is pretty much his version of what I have with Candace. It feels pretty great when I know that my close friend can get as much happiness out of life as I get out of mine. Seeing her just made me think about Candace that much more. We hung out until about 3:00. I packed up and came home. Attempted to sleep until I started writing this and now here I am, still missing the hell out of my god-damn Candace. This sucks.