wDec 5, 2006


A very materialistic post

I'm not sure what's been wrong with me for the last few days, but I do know that I'm sick of feeling this way. I could make a list of things that are bad, but aren't the source of my angst. I could also make a list of things that are good, yet somehow fail to alleviate my angst. We'll start with the good.

This Saturday night, Antoine's roommate The Hammer made vegetable tempura for dinner, and I got to dine with them and 3 other people. It was delicious, and good company.

On Friday night, some friends and I went to go see DeVotchKa play at The Annex. They were pretty badass. If you haven't heard any DeVotchKa music, then you should look them up. I am partial to their faster music, but hey, what do I know?

I guess that's mostly all that's good. Now for the bad.

I hate that when I realize a Political Science reading is not 17 pages like I wish it would be, but instead 44 pages, I am suddenly incapable of reading any of it. I swear, I look at the text and my eyes slide out of focus. It is rare that a political scientist knows how to write coherently. I suspect that this is the case with most scientists. Everybody should be an English major. What the hell.

I am jealous of my friends who still receive presents from St. Nicholas, and bitter that my mom doesn't send me anything. Every year, on December 6th, my stocking was full. The toe of the stocking had an orange, and the rest of it was filled with candy (mostly chocolate), except for the top part, which contained one present. Despite not living in our house, my sister and brother each had their own stockings that got filled, even though they were over 30 while I was still in high school. But, since coming to college? NOTHING. Not from the Easter Bunny, either! I mean, what the hell! I would understand if the same had happened to my sister and brother, but IT DIDN'T. This evening I had a loud discussion about the issue with my roommates, because Chad told me his mom had given him instructions to share his St. Nicholas candy with me (I declined, saying, "It's not the same if it comes from your mom!"). I pointed at Paul with hope, saying, "You didn't get anything from your mom, did you?!" He gleefully holds up a Christmas gift bag. He pulls out a blue candy cane, saying, "Here. You can have this." "No! I don't want your pity food!" I turn to Louise, beseechingly. "You didn't get anything, right?" "No," she says. "Good!" I say. "Well, not good....but, you know. At least neither of us got anything." "Well," she says, "I haven't gotten anything from St. Nick since I was young." To which I have nothing left to say, but WTF. So, to the moms reading my blog: (such as, Kristy's mom, and perhaps others as well) Don't forget to send your children candy/a present or two from St. Nick while they're at school! If you forget and can't send the package until a week later, say, during finals week, your child will still appreciate the gesture. And if you happen to run into my mom, feel free to pass the word along.

Speaking of my mom, she has now officially retired. She and my father leave for Las Vegas tomorrow, and will return home on Saturday. What the hell, I want to be done with classes so that it can be Christmas Vacation!!

Speaking of the holidays. I do not know what to get for Antoine for Christmas AT ALL. It's okay to write about it here, because he knows that I don't know what to get for him. Seriously, the kid is impossible to shop for. He owns clothing, a computer, a Nintendo Wii, and not much else. He sleeps on the floor on top of what he calls a bed, but is actually a mat about as thick as my index finger. He is what some would call a minimalist. What do you buy such a person for Christmas? I thought I had the perfect idea after consulting Creighton. A few months ago, Antoine decided to brew his own mead. In a month or two, the mead will be ready to bottle. Antoine is going to use The Hammer's special capping thingy, and for some reason I thought that he didn't have any bottles for the mead. So I used my sluething skills to contact The Hammer's girlfriend via Facebook, to get The Hammer's email address, SO THAT I could collaborate with him......but then, over dinner, I learned that The Hammer already has many bottles that Antoine could presumably use. And thus, Jackie loses.
At least I'm not alone - Antoine has expressed to me that he doesn't know what to get for me either, but frankly, I don't know what the hell his problem is because I'm probably the easiest person to shop for that I've ever met. Two years ago, Lindsay gave me a tablet of graphpaper (which I like for writing) that was spiral-bound, and I thought it was the coolest thing since sliced bread. I like cute things and morbid things. I like video games, anime, manga, and BOOKS. Like, walk into Borders, spin around and thrust your finger out and whatever you're pointing at? I'll probably like it.
Still, I think that he likes to be practical, even when shopping for others. He had planned to get me a very sharp chopping knife to use on vegetables so that I don't kill myself with all of the serrated knives we have, but then I realized that Louise had a very badass sharp knife that's been sitting in the bottom of a drawer since we arrived at school in August.
I do have a lame wish list that I keep on line, just in case I should win the lottery or something. Most things are true desires, but things like the $200 set of Advent Children figurines are probably not necessary. Also, nobody buy the Dark Tower books because I want the cover to match the ones I've already got because NOTHING PISSES ME OFF MORE than having books of a same series with different styles of jacket covers. Seriously.

And while we're on the topic of presents: If you're planning on getting me something for Christmas, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know. Somehow, between high school and college, I've acquired lots of friends and I find it really awkward and never know who I should get presents for, and who I shouldn't. Because if I got presents for everybody for whom I'd like to get presents, I would have to spend about a week shopping. So, please, let me know. I'd like to give you one, too.

We're building a moon base, kthx.

And, there we go! I managed to write an entire post without addressing the unknown angst that is festering inside of me. I suspect that if I were to sit still long enough and write, I might find an answer or two. Unfortunately, I never have the time to do so. For example, now I must go to sleep because it is already much past my Tuesday night bedtime.

Current Music: Nothing. I'm so boring lately.

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scribbled mystickeeper at 12:56 AM
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7 Comments:

See, I think you're just posting your "what to buy for Jackie" list because you know I read your blog ^_^

By Anonymous Antoine, at 1:03 AM, December 05, 2006  

It's not just for you! Other people who might buy me presents also read my blog - like my brother-in-law!

And even if I was posting it just for you, then....at least one of us is making this easy for the other!

By Blogger Jackie, at 1:11 AM, December 05, 2006  

Ah, this is true. I suppose there's no way you could expect me to buy all of that.

By Anonymous Antoine, at 1:12 AM, December 05, 2006  

Of course not! Also, since it's you, I'll be surprised if you buy me any of it, :)

By Blogger Jackie, at 1:24 AM, December 05, 2006  

Hah hah hah ... aww. Don't buy me anything, I'm so not doing Christmas this year. I'm brokety mcbroke. But I'm back in town, so in theory you *could* hang out with me sometime before you go back for the holiday... I have a suggestion for the boyfriend gifty thing, but since he reads this I won't say it here. I'll email you. Mwahaha.

By Blogger Gretchen, at 1:29 PM, December 05, 2006  

OMG YOU'RE HOME?!

My last final is Friday, the 22nd, and I'll either leave that day or the 23rd.

OMF GRETCHEN! Where are you living??

By Blogger Jackie, at 2:24 PM, December 05, 2006  

*dances* I'm getting you a preeeeeeeesent ^.^

I would send you st. nick's candy, but I didn't get any either. We used to do that until we hit about 14--theeeeen the family decided to stop for some reason. And no one I knew had heard of st. nick's.

candy is a wonderful thing.

KMJ

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:10 PM, December 07, 2006  

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