it's christmas time at the durkin's

I'll post, because I haven't in a while and I'm sure Claudia is really missing the blog :-P. It frankly did NOT feel like Christmas at all this year. I mean, the house was decorated and all, but I just didn't feel the spirit, no matter where I went. Except during the Holiday extravaganza/powerhour at Penner. It kind of just felt like I went through the motions, without all the excitement. Probably has something to do with this is the first time I'm really feeling and seeing the recession in action. I didn't even get the only gift I really wanted... well I did, just not yet. In the cruel irony that rules my life, my Ronnie Brown jersey is somewhere in Connecticut, because the retards at Fed Ex routed a whole truck wrong and it went to Willington... yes, Willington. Cool. would be nice if I actually was in CT. So now I don't have my jersey for the big game tomorrow, I feel like this is a bad omen. Otherwise, Christmas went ok actually. Grandma didn't leave in the middle of dinner crying like last year. No one got in a fight. And everyone seemed to get what they wanted. Little bro got his video games, I got a GPS so now I one more gadget in the car to provoke an accident and Meesta Durks got his welder and toaster that he bough himself, and his court date in the mail. MERRY CHRISTMAS! All in all, I'd say the Holiday went fairly well. Next hurrah: New Years. Sounds like my plans are a mess right now, and I have done nothing to alter that. I'm letting people who are in the same region take care of that one. I'll deal with my options on... I don't know, the 30th perhaps. I'm not a planner so no use in starting now.

I tried to buy everyone souvenirs today, but everything in Daytona was sooo unbelievably tacky that they weren't even funny gifts. They were just sad. So I didn't get any. Instead, I went on a romantic date with my brother to play mini golf. And he beat me. And showed me how cool he was cause he got us in for free since "his buddy" worked there. He also revealed to me that he's gotten so high that he's previously passed out in a friend's lawn for two hours AND gotten soo drunk that he lost 5 games of beer pong and puked. I don't know what I am more upset about. The fact that my little brother is telling me this shit when I thought he was like scared of drinking, or the fact that 5 games of beer pong were enough to make his puke everywhere. So not living up to the Durkin standards. I am tempted to get him plastered and show him how to really drink, but the little pansy doesn't drink beer. He doesn't like the taste. What is he? A freshmen girl?

Well I'm off. Time for family games... I know how this is going to end. Meesta Durks is going to suck and get mad cause he's a sore loser and stomp away to his room. I am the most responsible and mature person in my house. What a sad, sad thing.