I love Christmas. In a totally platonic, non-religious way, of course. Today I started putting up decorations around my apartment. The fooseball table was taking up a lot of room, so I took it apart and put it away to clear room for the Christmas tree my parents gave me. That was before I opened it up and realized how comically small it is. I had to put it on a chair just so it reaches eye level.
And I'm not sure the plastic instruments really count as holiday decorations. Oh well. It's better than nothing.
And look at this leprechaun-Santa my mom got me. I think it's pretty random/awesome.
This Christmas is bittersweet for me. It's the first in a long time that I'm not spending with a significant other. Hanging up these decorations, knowing that I'm the only one who will be enjoying them on a regular basis, makes me a bit sad.
I'll half-miss spending time with three different families over the holidays. Only half, because it can get pretty damn stressful trying to split up a few days of time to spend with a few dozen different people. Also, this year I can spend all my time with my one family, who will be gathering here from all across the globe for Christmas. I really look forward to seeing everyone again.
Oh, and my Xbox tried to play along with the holiday decorating by flashing three red lights and dying. I was afraid it'd be out of warranty, but luckily, Microsoft is self contradictory; the warranty for the 3 red lights is 3 years, but they will repair it after 3 years if the problem is 3 red lights. Wha? Still, having to send in the console for repairs once a year is a bit annoying. And I had to use Windows for the first time in a month today, and it sucked ass. Therefore, what I really really truly want for Christmas, Leprechaun Santa, is for Microsoft to burn or collapse or maybe get blowed up by a nuclear weapon of some kind. Thanx.