oh yes yes, i moved to palm harbor two days before christmas and due to the volume of returns at our fair computer store, i have had barely a moment to unpack (or come online, for that matter). all spare time at home has been spent sleeping. however, i did just put a new roll of toilet paper in my bathroom. it is very thrilling, you cannot doubt.

happy new year. i would choose to elaborate more on that, but it is already four am. and seeing as tomorrow is a day off, i should wake up at a respectable hour. to go grocery shopping (yay foodstamps and grocery gift certificates) and knock out some of this aforementioned unpacking. i did have a good time although it failed to follow through with the usual favorite-holiday nostalgia. how can i not be the queen of nostalgia? but i had a good time, as i said. nick and pete and i went to a party at the home of one steph and one julia, and it was throughly entertaining, even with a severe lack of alcohol.

which is more than fine with me since several potent drinks were had at the party at the home of one nick and one pete sunday evening. my goal was to not vomit into the pot. status: failed miserably. one of these days, i will succeed. alcohol is poison [belbivdevoe plays somewhere in the past].

that party was also a good time, indeed.

the friday before that angie and her strawberry blond hair and her boyfriend chad came to the show and we hung out for a bit afterwards and it was good to see her and not have it so awkward like it was the last time i saw her. i have never been in the company of a person so much in such a relatively short period of time. good to see our friendship didn't completely wear itself out.

you could say christmas was good. and i would agree wholeheartedly. as far as material possessions go, i made out like a bandit. from my mom, a digital voice recorder. two boxes of hulk endorsed jello brand pudding. a motorised toothbrush (that will have to wait until the toothbrush i purchased not two days before has done its time). women's one-a-day vitamins i am still not clear on.. to chew or to swallow? swallowing seemed too mighty a task to undertake and chewing was a very unpleasant experience. a check. a booklight. possibly something else, i do not remember. from the mom's family, i left with two candles and sixty dollars in best buy cards. my dad gave me half a double-wide and i would not take anything more. from my grandmother, one hundred dollars (spent by now, of course). and the offer was made several weeks ago to pay off the university of central florida so might go back to school this summer, despite my protest. that is how the grandmother does. elise is a champ and she got me three dvds (the two towers, down with love, and the big lebowski.. totally great because i've been dying to watch it lately), one of those things where you turn the knob for each letter and press the button and it imprints it on a sticker.. oh yes, a LABEL MAKER. retardsara. and oh yeah, a tupac poster. westside like a motherfucker. ahahah. i went to nick's mom's house twice that day, and in addition to making me fat and happy, his mom gave me a really comfortable pair of pajamas and a girly set of jars with things in them (lotion and facial scrub and something or other). i am a girl! his grandmother sent me a necklace and a bracelet (before i opened it, his sister said to me, "you don't have to pretend to like it.. we all don't like ours."). and nick is my hero [or at least he would be if he'd stop eating bamboo and get out of that tree :)]. i got guitar strings and purple shiny picks and candy canes and a giftcard to barnes and noble and play-doh and and and a PONY. he bought me a pony. she has a butterfly on her bottom and pink and purple hair and right now she is sleeping atop my dresser. she likes to take pictures and windowshop and watch movies with her friend daisy-jo. so yes. he has all my love. except for the love i have for my people. i hope i was able to help their christmases out with what i could do.

as far as the living situation goes, everything seems to have the pleasurable sparkle of something New. let's hope it lasts. good moods are favored and oddly enough, now that we've moved ourselves in the place isn't nearly as old people-y and is really quite nice. except for the psycholady across the street who called us white trash and asked if we had two dollar whores in our home. give us fucking break, psycholady. we moved from a three bedroom house to a fully furnished three bedroom trailer. WE WILL HAVE TO THROW SOME SHIT OUT. and

our whores are of the highest quality and never under fifty dollars, thank you.

more on all this when i elaborate on the happy new year. :)