Christmas was good. I had fun. I speak with simple sentence structure. The ride home tonight sucked. Literally, 20 mph the whole way from Plymouth to Boston. Though I did get to hear myself on FNX requesting "She hates me" and advising drivers to stay away from Storrow Drive. It is always weird/funny to yourself on the radio.

Peace. Quiet. Alone. That is what Christmas means to me. Everything is still. My building is empty, my job is empty. Even my fellow bus passengers are missing. It's just me and my thoughts. Which sting a little more than previous years. I like being alone. No one bothers me. No one hurts me. I learn a lot about myself.

I'm sorry. I really am. I forgive you. Can you forgive me?

What a long weekend. Went to a party on Friday night with a woman I've been seeing and her friends, I've hung out with her friends before and they're pretty fun. The party itself was in Fort Point and was entertaining. I've gotten pretty used to being thrown into these situations where I know nobody and just be social and mingle. It's pretty interesting to hear other people's stories and tell some of your own. After the party we went to Jose McIntyre's, and closed that place down, where we all did some dancing and flirting.


Saturday I went to a caroling bar crawl, invited by a friend at work trying to hook me up with her old roommate. It was a blast. We had like 20 people in the group and I think I talked to everyone of them. We would go to a bar drink one or two and talk, then sing one carol in the bar and move on to the next one singing all the way. I must thank Lauren who organizes this (it's her fourth year) it's a great idea for people to get together and have fun and not care what other people think about it. The girl I was supposed to meet was a lot of fun, maybe a little too much fun. She was quite the party gal. Though she did take quite a liking to my hat and wore it for most of the night. After the Good Life a bunch of us went to a party at her friends house. It was a nice party, but the girl I was supposed to be talking to, wasn't paying any attention to me so I left and walked home in the Boston quiet 3:30am peace.

Sunday, I went over to Peg's (the woman I started seeing) place and watched High Fidelity. Peg is a really nice girl, and I like her company. Of course, for those who know me well and my past relationships, I don't dive into these things easily, I'm always skeptical. My last relationship I decided to trust my gut and look what happened, I also don't have any gut feelings yet about Peg. Not to say they're not there, I just haven't felt any yet. Most of my relationships have been this way, Heather, Norima, Julie, and Erin, all lasted a few months but I never felt committed to them and was always keeping my options open. The only other one I did feel committed to was Tara, but I really just blame that on the fact that I was 19 and hadn't really experienced anything like that before. I don't know what my problem is I just find it hard to get close to people. I think I lack faith in the human race.

Two bits:



Got an 80 ½ on my Calculus test. Bear in mind I hadn't been to class for the two weeks prior to the test. I think i did rather well.



"You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impluse-driven consumerism, don't you?" - From Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, from a conversation between a toad and a human.

Well, something odd just happened. Someone slipped a picture from the Pottery Barn catalog under my door, in an envelope with my name and office on it. No note or name as to where it's from but it's a picture of a bunch of cowboy hats on the wall. Since I normally wear a cowboy hat, I presume it from someone I know, and that they are familiar with my hat. It's very odd.

Holidays. Ever since high school, sometime during the Army I don't think much of holidays. I spent quite a few holidays, without holiday. Frankly, I got used to it. No traditions, no fuss, just another day. I send Christmas cards just to let people know where I am, what I’ve done, and that I think of them. Other then that I have no Christmas stuff or do anything else.

I understand the religious pretenses behind the holidays. Most of the people I know don’t have or follow a religion. It’s a sham.

PS I have similar feelings about birthdays.

I had a very long weekend this weekend. Friday night I went to a party at the Milky Way which turned out to be an excellent time. I wished I hadn't left so early. I hadn't been to a bowling alley with a bar since California, but bowling and beer really do belong together plus they had a cool band playing. I also met a lot of new people and even exchanged some business cards so I might catch up with them again some other time. I met this really cool guy named Mike who owns a Comicazi in Davis Square and we all had great conversations about sandwiches, comics, Roadhouse, and Lea Thompson's younger years. I love meeting new people.


I left there to drive to Plymouth, to help my Dad, early in the morning. I was awoken by a wet dog nose to my face and headed to the church to pick up an organ (320 lbs) and take it to the dump, which turned out to be really easy. Then I shoveled off the back deck and the driveway for him. After that while my laundry was finishing up we watched the Army-Navy game. Army lost miserably and had their asses handed to them. I was very depressed, luckily we watched Monsters, Inc. on DVD after that. And I had to leave shortly to get back to Boston for another gathering with another new friend. We headed to the Green Dragon down by Faneuil Hall which is not a bad place and it's as old as the revolution, but the band was so loud I couldn't hear anyone talk. I still had an outstanding time.


Sunday, I had an impromptu date. We were bored and talking to each other on the phone and I just said let's go see a movie, and she said yes, and I met her like a hour later the T, and went to Copley and watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" which is still hilarious, and I took her back to my place where Jason made us dinner (he insisted) and we watched a couple old episodes of Friends. It was a good time.


Tonight, I'm meeting some old friends at Billiard's tonight, they same ones I was supposed to meet last week.



I've suddenly become this social butterfly, and I love it!

There's a lot more people bitching, whining, or moaning about the snow/cold this year then there were last year. I think they just all got spoiled from the nice and mild winter we had last year.


NEWS FLASH...

You live in New England, this is what supposed to happen! If you don't like it move, or take a vacation, or limit your comments to one person a day. Everybody already knows how cold it is outside, everybody knows how much they don't like it. I'm sure they don't need to hear it from you, reiterating the obvious. In addition we don't nearly get it as bad in eastern Massachusetts as they do in the rest of the northern United States, we have the Gulf stream fending away a lot of the bad storms and keeping the temps above 0°. Also, it's not like the people I hear these moans from even work outside or take long walks outside. You leave your house/apartment, walk to your car/train/bus, walk to work. You're outside for only small batches at a time. Just suck it up and drive on. You'll live and I'm sure it's not the most uncomfortable thing you've done in your life.

So what a busy day yesterday. Studied all day for a Calculus test, took the test, get home to an e-mail from a new friend inviting me out for drinks, at a pub across the street from me. All this in freshly falling snow. Which looks beautiful in the Atrium falling at night, none of it has stirred. I cannot wait to get to Plymouth tomorrow and check out the State Forest. It always looks magnificent with a fresh coat of snow. Oh and sledding down the big hill at Southers Marsh Golf Club. But first tonight I have a party to attend with some people from work. Oh what fun, awaits me.

So last night, I went out to Boston Billiards trying to find an old friend, and to BB Wolf's looking for a new acquaintance from Cabaret. Neither person was there. My reason for going was to ask my old friend about the pool league she belongs to and what it takes to join and how much is it. I need to recreate my social circle. I'm a very social guy and like to do things with other people. I don't even care, usually, what those things are so long as I was doing them with a friend. At my social peak in the Army I had no less then 3 or 4, usually more, friends around me everyday. But since I have moved around a lot I haven't really kept any. Now I have a few that I hardly talk to or see. I don't know what's more pathetic, wishing and trying to relive old glory days, or having no life.

Who would win Dumbledore or Gandalf.



I say, Those who can do, and those who can't, teach.

I'm a victim of my id, my ego has little or no influence on it.

So Saturday morning while I raked the lawn, Becky and Dad put up the Christmas lights. After we finished and had some turkey sandwiches, we all went shopping at Independence Mall (which got a Best Buy, Bob’s store, Newbury Comics, and a Hot Topic, for the ex-locals who care). I got some new jeans (505 regular fit, straight leg 34" x 34"), we saw “Santa Clause 2”, and I also got 2 new fluffy pillows and Jill’s Christmas present.



It’s amazing to go to the mall one day and having the parking lot be half-empty and to go three days later and have it be overflowing. Commercial traditions. Traditions developed and marketed by executives in corner suites in giant glass and steel obelisks. We all feel the need to go shopping on the weekend after Thanksgiving as if you don’t go then there’ll be nothing left. I dislike this season.