Another Holiday Season Upon Us

Wow, I just realized that it's been like 2 weeks since I last posted here. Sad really, given that I've actually had time to say something, and, more importantly, things to actually say. My birthday went off well, nice and relaxing with April, and the trip to NC for the movie premier with Katie was fun also. I like getting dressed up in a tuxedo, they look good on me.

Having just sat through two of my three classes I realized, looking at my syllabi, that the year is almost over, and another holiday season is upon us (see, you didn't think that I was going to work the title in here did ya?)

Thankfully I'm not working retail this year and hence will not have to put up with some of the more psychotic patrons of the shopping world. But I will still have to deal with them. I think the older I get the less I like this time of year. It's not that I'm a hum-bug mind you, I don't hate Christmas and Thanksgiving or anything like that. I think it's mostly that I've become jaded as to the ideas and the spirit behind it.

When you're young, Christmas is about getting presents, and giving them too, and about Santa and turkeys, and family, and snow, and other fun things. Now that I'm 24, Christmas and Thanksgiving are about working, customers, long hours, fighting the crowds to go and buy those Christmas presents for the people I actually care about, and trying to find the time I need to finish up this semester of school and do well, so that I don't have to repeat any more classes.

I really do think that this time of year is wasted on the old. I know the saying "Youth is wasted on the young." We all do, as some old fogey has said it to all of us at one point or another in our lives, but I really do think that, in our society at least, the holidays are wasted on the old. Children really are the only people that really appreciate this time of year any more. And good for them.

9 Days Till I'm Old...er.

Well, the final countdown is on. In about 9 days I'll be 24 and old...er. I say older because as you all know, and for those of you that read this that don't, I'm an old man. Now I know, I know, 24 isn't that old. But really, that means I'm only a year from being 25, which is a quarter of a century old...it sounds longer when you phrase it like that. That coupled with the emergence of even more grey hair, much to April's amusement I might add, make me feel old sometimes. Of course, then I spend time with April and feel young again, so I suppose I'll have to keep her around for a bit longer.
Well, I think I've rambled on long enough, just thought I'd come here and blow some hot air. I'm good at that you know. Of course you know, and you all love me anyways. You love me! You really love me! ::takes his Oscar and goes home::

Poetry, Thy Name is Misery...but not as much now

So, I had my workshop for my poetry today. It didn't go that bad. Everybody liked my poetry, found it to be very funny, which is what I was shooting for. The only real interesting part was that so many people tried to read so much into some of my poetry. For example here's one of my poems:

The Lesser Known Lady from Saturn

There once was a lady from Saturn,
Whose body was shaped nothing like a penis
The boys never gave her a turn,
So she tracked down that lady from Venus
And beat her ass all the way to Uranus.

Now, I think that pretty much anybody that reads that is going to take it at face value. I was being silly, just trying to have fun. Now, my classmates read more into that then was intended. My professor saw some kind of Freudian reference, and the rest of my class was making references to the book Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. I've never read the book, and I don't know that you, my handful of faithful readers have either. Apparently I am the only person in my class that remembers the age old limerick that starts There once was a lady from Venus... As soon as I pointed that out, the light seemed to go off in everybodies head. Sorta sad really.

Anyways, the poetry is done for now, and I am on to bigger and, at least I hope, better things.

To Vote or Not to Vote...What a Question

Tomorrow is the election. Now, I'm not going to sit here and preach politics, or ask my faitful readers to do the same. What I am going to do is sit here and hope that each of you is going to vote. Now, some of us may think that neither choice is a particularly good one. We may very well be right, but if South Park taught us anything last week, it's that every election will always come down to a Giant Douche and a Turd Sandwich, and that's fine. What falls on us as citizens of this country is to decide which we dislike less.

I once had a history teacher that made something very clear to my class, and I think it's one of the most profound political statements I've heard in my nearly 24 years. She told us, and I don't believe that she said this originally, that you can't complain about the President if you don't vote for the President. That makes a lot of sense to me. If you don't make your voice heard, then you're essentially saying "I don't care" and as soon as you say that, then you can't complain when things don't go the way you want.

To wrap this rant up, I just hope that my friends, and anybody else that reads this that can vote tomorrow, does so tomorrow. I know I will be.