Obligatory Holiday Summary

Is it wrong to get excited about demonstrating intellectual prowess over siblings who are 10 years my junior? Because if it is......I'm not sorry. I totally kicked their asses as Lord of the Rings Monopoly. Just try and get past my 3 strongholds on Minas Tirith, bitch!

Normally we've got about 20 people in our house for Thanksgiving, each branch of the family supplying an plethora of holiday goodies, but this year it was just the five of us and we had a normal meal. Normal as in we didn't eat leftover turkey for 3 days afterwords. It was one of the most depressing days ever.

New house is cool. Big. Colorful. 13 acres of property which we don't need and I have no idea what we'll do with. It'll be great for extended family-wide games of flashlight tag.

Applied for jobs for over Christmas, which lead me on the verge of killing myself. Since I don't live there, people are pretty hesitant to hire me, and opportunity to come in for interviews is limited. My favorite part was applying to the local movie theatre, and talking to the manager, only to find out that she doesn't think I have any skills that would make hiring me at this time beneficial. WTF! Did you not read the part on my application where it states that I worked at an AMC for 28 months?! At that moment every annoyed/pissed off feeling I'd suppressed all holiday came to the surface. I couldn't get myself to stop thing about the kids torturing the cat, step-dad making fun of my chosen field of study, the 5 people who cut me off on my way home, the 20 minute wait for a manager at Carino's before finding out that they wouldn't hire me anyway, the dogs schlepping mud all over my Audrey Hepburn-esque shirt, shopping for a suitable white shirt in 12 minutes for family pictures after aforementioned shirt was ruined, my father either avoiding my calls or just not available at all 4 numbers, hair falling out by the fistfulls, being stung by a wasp for the first time.......


Breathe.

Not a bad holiday, but not that great either. Just mediocre, which for some reason feels worse. *now attempts to not sound like a whiny bitch*

On the upside, NBC's version of A Christmas Carol airs tonight, and I'm ridiculously excited. And I had a dream of the almost Peter Jennings variety (almost) about my beloved David Hyde Pierce.