three wise trees

the absolute hilarosity continues with the decoration of the olive branch in a balls bells and birds theme...which allows for such things as penguins and angels and shovels and pianos. logic somewhat lacking. the lights won't light on all sides and we have npo replacements so they just sit there. then my wonderfully areligious sister and i set up the creche...ended up with three wise trees and lots of other trees and joseph and mary standing on the roof worshipping a pig and jesus hanging from the rafters.

er yes.

i never claimed my family was normal.

tradition

christmas eve goes something like this:
very early morning katie gives me the best christmas present ever. heh heh heh. get a few hours sleep. wake up at eight and take a shower...together. eat breakfast with her parents (do you have any idea how hard it is to eat breakfast and discuss college with the parents of the girl you just slept with and keep a straight face?) escape back upstairs [ostensibly to get stuff together] and have a minor makeout session. ten o'clock my father arrives to pick me up. annual christmas food shopping trip to cosentino's, consisting of craziness such as eggplat, jicama, three bananas, and trying to find the bloody currants. not such a hard thing, one would think. HAH. what on earth were they doing on the peanut butter and bread aisle? two o'clock we decide maybe we sould go get a christmas tree. drive around from tree farm to tree farm, all the way down to gilroy and back. start with the cut-your-own lots...all closed. drug stores, grocery stores, vacant lots...no trees. none. two hours later we turn around, come home, and cut a branch off an olive tree in the back yard. yup that's right. our chritmas tree is an olive branch. wheeeeeee.

christmas has this habit of being strange around here.

better be women

two crazy shows in two days. i am black and blue and my ears are ringing. twenty-two-year-old drunk boys are amusing. and i kissed him just to piss off toni...he ran around for the rest of the night yelling about how he'd made out with a lesbian...all in good fun, all in good fun. i punched him a few times...apparently i hit like a man...who knew? and all evening jesse got drunker and drunker and sillier and sillier then threw up in front of some cops. AAAAAH COPS! JESS! hahaha. and boots! good times, good times.

reactions to the 'hawk:
alana: you look like tank girl!
kit: you look like a dr. seuss character.
mum: something died on your head.
kit: sexy!
mum: spiny norman. [me: dinsdale! DINSDALE!!]
dad: i'm appalled.
reid: YOU'RE TURNING INTO AUTRY!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! [he freaks out]

ready to be liberated

black and blue form the pit. reek of beer and sweat. got home at 0245. the lead singer of the bronx sang the last song from the pit. the first band was completely pissed before they started their set...drunken buffoons. the distillers rock so hard. brody is hot. they sang city of angels. i'm sure i was grinning like an idiot while singing along. random girl hit on me. she was hot. i was the only chick there with a mohawk. beat the crap of the girlies in the pit. had so much fun. befriended a bartender. bought a tshirt. had the crap beaten out of me. still completely giddy.

cannot believe all this hapened.

i am on top of the fucking world.