It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Yeah, so this holiday was most excellent.

Uh, let’s see, how to approach all this? Well, let’s list it by days!

Friday, 20 December:
After the cessation of school, I returned to Neuhaus¹ at about a little past noon, and partook of the midday foodage. Didn’t go see Two Towers with the school fools, for I had to make some PHAT CASH-MONEY. See, that evening was spent setting up for a wedding at church, where, I found, I was only running a video projector up front, the great Lukeness himself was actually running the sound board. This was of much enjoyability. The bride is actually my old babysitter, which is scary, you know, in a way. Like ‘YOUR TURN TO ACTUALLY HAVE TO SUPPORT THE WELFARE OF OTHER HUMAN BEINGS IS NOT TOO FAR AWAY’ kind of scary.

Saturday, 21 December:
Woke up late, which is always nice. First day of freedom, eventhough it was a Saturday. ‘Turf’, as it were, was off to some rich (and coincidentally Jewish) friend’s bar Mitzvah or whatever, so I spent most of the day whipping computer-controlled Feddie scum in Zeonic Front. Doms and Goufs and CHAR. MMM ZEON TASTY. That evening was the wedding, which was the best put together (which had nothing to do with me, mind you, I just do AV stuff!) wedding I’ve ever had the pleasure to work on. Also, I got paid 50 bucks for what ammounted to turning on a VCR and playing a tape. OH YES. And, the reception was most excellent.

Sunday, 22 December:
Church was pretty meh, especially considering it was like the Christmas service and all. Everybody went to eat with their parents, so I did too, yeah. We were Yen Chinggin’ it, for sure. Went home, slept all afternoon, went to see the production of A Christmas Carol at the IRT. Exactly the same word-for-word as last year, but still excellent. Dickens makes good stories; his writing, however, leaves much to be desired– for instance, a copy editor.

Monday 23 December: Bought crap for people. Worked a little on college essayage. Went to the symphony’s Yuletide Celebration thing; absolute worst seats in the house possible: Aisle 1 QQ seats 1-4. If the ticket office ever tells you the tickets you bought online don’t actually exist and offer these instead, be quite angry, because these are the DEAD LAST ROW of the upper tier– I mean, back into the bumpout place where the projector room was when it was a movie hall in the Twenties– and all the way to the right. DANG. It was a great performance, as always.

Tuesday, 24 December:
Ma’s side of the fam came in for leet XMAS PARTY SPECTACULAR. Not that anybody knows or cares that reads the site, but Maddie, my cousin’s daughter, if of the most excellent intelligence, far superior in intellect and reasoning than any other kid that age that I’ve ever seen. Which is not at all suprising, you know. Uh, got the Hard Day’s Night CD, which is like the last decent Beatles Almbum I don’t have. Yeah. Oh, and I drove around about an hour into the pseudo-whiteout in the Land Rover, which was awesome; hardly anybody on the roads and, you know, the Principality of Zionsville looks even better than normal in the snow. Not to mention, you know, that the Rovah didn’t even act like there was anything up. Oh yeah.

Wednesday 25 December:
MMM CHRISTMAS TASTY. Let’s see, I got a bunch of stuff: robots, more robots, three random Cowboy Bebop DVDs, books, a cell phone, a bank account (theoretically), and, uh, did I mention robots? Oh yeah, I did. Normal Christmas (read: did nothing) afterwards.

Thorstag 26 December:
I was originally going to go see LotR this day, but, didn’t because my family was sick. Oh wells. Robots, robots, robots! And TEH INTARWEB. But mainly robots. Also, watched Weird Al’s (only) movie, UHF, which I got for Christmas but am too lazy to add to the last paragraph forgot to mention.

Freitag 27 December:
Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Had a coke, and, uh, worked on the mega Econ project with Steve Foster. Which mainly consisted of playing Cribbage (thanks again Andrea XD) and videogaming, as Nikita was one crezzy Russian I never got ahold of. Hmm. DVD AKUSHON for the afternoon and evening. I think.

Saturday 28 December:
Did I do anything Saturday? I think this was the day I went to the Car Show with El Baile, His Lukeness, and Jeremy. This’ll be like, the 7th time I’ve gone, 4 consecutive? Yeah. So awesome. Got bunches and bunches of brochures; if anybody’s interested in further specs on the 2003 model year of any car with retail presence in America, uh, talk to me and I can get you the hook up. Dude, I can fit into every vehicle Volkswagen makes with ease, and very few other types of small cars. Heh. Sounds like German Superiority to me. XD XD XD XD

Sunday 29 December:
Church service was good, but, then again, when I’m not at the helm I just say that because I can’t really remember what happened. This was like the third week in arow the preacher didn’t preach for various reasons, (you know, Christmas programs and whatnot) which I find annoying to no end, because he’s really the best singular asset the church has, churchwise. Somehow ended up going out to lunch with Mikey and his family to Fazziol’s or whatever, had some baked Ziti. Much of the excellent, especially as Cory and his two smaller clones younger twin brothers were there. Hehehehe. I got sick that afternoon and ended up having to back out of the quasi-neujahr celbration I was going. Bleh

Monday 30 December:
SICK SICK SICK SICK ILL FEVER UGH. I still managed to get significant chunk of my Northwestern App done, somehow.

Tuestag, 31 December:
More working on that #%@@&@# essay! I got my evelope metered (with dummy papers inside) so I’d make sure I wouldn’t go past the Jan 1 postmark deadline no matter what. Mail Fraud, what’s that? Rang in the new year the theatre with a 40 oz bottle of sparkling grape juice and some phat hos absolutely nobody else. Still felt kind of sick, you know.

Wednesday 1 January 2003:
The New Year was squindled on finishing that stupid essay and mailing it off. And then sleeping, lots and lots and lots and lots of sleeping. And maybe some time on the net, but mainly sleeping. After my long winter’s nap, I went with the Church folks to see, oddly enough, the second Harry Potter movie. For, you know, cheesy kid’s fantasy wizardry fodder, it was most suprisingly excellent. I like the one dude in black’s hair. Not the blackness, but, like, you know, the length. Not that my hair would ever do that, or I’d even care, but, you know. After that, we went to Shake and Steak and screwed around for a long time waiting on being ordered. Mmm, nothing like a cup of Chicken Gumbo, some Franch Frits, and a nice cold cup of whole milk at 12:30 AM, man.

Thorstag 2 January:
I was supposed to finish up work on the Econ project with Steve (and theorhetically, Comrade Kruschev), but the jetstream banged its shoe upon the podium and buried us in about 4 inches of snow right before noon(when we were to meet), so there was no way they could have made it out on the completely unplowed road. At two, though, I took the Rover out to the new park by 116 and Township to go on the big artificial sledding hill (you know, the thing that looks like a Ziggurat consecrated to BAAL the rest of the year?) with, dun dun dun, the church folks, and enjoyed a, dun dun dun, most excellent² time sledding. I love sledding. I hope it snows a lot this year, not only so we can get fun 2 hr delays, but because, you know, I LIKE SLEDDING! 64!

Freitag, 3 January:
My app to Vanderbilt was due, so I cannibalized and rewrote stuff from some of my previous applications into something nice and original for them. Because, you know, when it comes to cannibalization (of stuff, not people, seriously! You must be joking!) and 30% post consumer product creations, I am the forking king. Had Zorba’s for lunch, because Greek ROXXORS. Augolemon and those grape-leaf things.

Saturday, 4 January:
I spent the morning setting up the party for the Burkses’ newly-adopted Russian kiddos. And then Steve and I met to get the final stuff out of the way for our Econ project. Still couldn’t get ahold of Nikita. Oh well, his loss, you know. I sat around the afternoon thinking about how much I liked 10th grade better than anything else, and how the fact that most of my friends are in colleges far away sucks, or something as dorky and introspective. Me– introspective, much less, self-aware, even? HAH and double HAH! Robots and Cuba and explosions and hats and robotic Cuban exploding hats is all I am about, you know! None of this ‘humanity’ schlock, much less angst. Seriously.

Sunday, 5 January:
How many weeks has it been since I ran the sound thing? Certainly a while, because I thought I was supposed to run it this week, when of course, I wasn’t. So I got there bizzarely early for no good reason. And, wouldn’t you know, Zak’s father has be displaced from his job and they’re moving back to Nebraska next month. THE BANK HAS BEEN JANKED. This so sucks. I mean, like, mega suckage. The change has been manged. Didn’t really get to say goodbye to any of the people going back to college, because,you know, adults always have to cut off my conversations-in-progress because they’re obviously completely unimportant. Seriously, that kind of stuff pisses me off. I’m having a conversation, heck, I’m bigger than you are, can’t your mindless drivel wait a few minutes? I know I’ve always been brought up that one doesn’t interrupt a conversation, one just waits until they are recognized. I mean, aren’t older people supposed to be more conservative and better-mannered than us mangey, no-good boy-band-listening annoying disrespectful unabel 2 use reglr Nglish ‘teenagers’ anyhow? I tell you.
Anyhow, me and the foos were Yen Chingin’ it, and went to the mall thing afterwards. I got some new gray-green (hey, at least they’re making them in colors, again; it might not be green, but it’s kinda close) Adidas SAMBAS. 54 bucks. Yeah, I might not be stompin’ in no Air Force Ones, but at least my kicks are reasonably priced, and now made in leather instead of acrylic, to boot (hahahaha, oh no please kill destroy me now that was awful). Finished my econ project, as well as this enormous blog post.

And that about wraps it up. Sorry about the lack of actual commentary here, which is something I’d like to do more often than just some sort of late-news sports-segment highlight reel of my life, but you know, oh well. Maybe if somebody’d actually write a worthwhile comment about something, I could do some further stuff that way.

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1. I’m trying to come up with a name for this house. The Property doesn’t work anymore, because there’s more than just land here. Neuhaus is cheap German for ‘new house’, but if anybody else has a better idea, I’m open to suggestion.

2. Speaking of new stuff, I’m starting to use ‘most excellent’ far to much. ‘simply superior’ is a theoretical alternative, but it really needs to predicate something; I can’t get away with tossing in a comparative like I can with a superlative. SUGGESTIONS SUGGESTIONS SUGGESTIONS.