I was bored.

Also I got a haircut.

Can't complain.

I got one of these bad boys for Chrismanukkah. It makes me happy. My holiday was pretty low-key, but it was very nice. We had a good time without buying into all the commercialization nonsense that annoys me so much. Everyone got one or two presents, we had a nice dinner, we watched March of the Penguins, and that was about it. Nice.

I'm off to West Chester once more today for various adventures with my friends while we all have the time to have such adventures. It should be exciting.

Oh my my.

This is cause for me to lose some faith in humanity. Hint: if you ever commit a crime, DON'T POST ABOUT IT ON YOUR BLOG! Honestly, some people just amaze me. And not in a good way. I guess it's social Darwinism in action though: the stupid are weeding themselves out of society. Hmph.

Finally free.

I am quite pleased to report that I have survived my penultimate semester of college, fully intact. As a matter of fact, I've passed all my classes, and my mental health is surprisingly good.

In my newly acquired free time, I've taken (once again) to voraciously reading non-school books. Current reading: Out of It: A Cultural History of Intoxication by Stuart Walton. (Despite school's having ended, I never cease to be a bit nerdy.) In any case, the book covers relatively innocuous substances such as caffeine and alcohol as well as the slightly more heady categories of opiates, amphetamines, and hallucinogens. Walton makes the argument that it is part of human nature to desire to become intoxicated, just as humans need to eat and have sex and whatnot. The idea of intoxication as a basic appetite has interesting implications. But perhaps I can use it to justify my weekly trips to the bar.

Also, as I'm sure you're aware, the Christmas season is upon us. Now, call me a grinch if you will, but I'm a bit Christmas-ed out. I dread shopping at this time of year, I'm sick of hearing about the so-called "War on Christmas" (Oh please! Those poor persecuted Christians! We should be happy no one's throwing us to the lions anymore and just get on with our business!), and frankly, I still haven't figured out, after this several years of being Catholic, just what Santa Claus or Christmas trees have to do with Baby Jesus. Peace on earth? Erm, not so much, when everyone is just about stampeding each other for the latest must-have down at the Wal-Mart. Honestly. Calm down, people! Get over yourselves! Yeesh. I'll take the February doldrums over this any day.

In honor of the birth of Jesus, I leave you with this: a Dr. Suess version of the New Testament.