Well, we took the train yesterday, which was basically a 100 year old machine that went 2 mph for about 100 yards, until we got to a lawn with a light display. Sure, there was cookies (well, one per passenger), and chocolate milk, and a the best Santa impersonator I've ever seen handed out bells and ornaments to the passengers, but $25 a ticket? There's no way, it doesn't even snow here, and they didn't putany fake snow, soHOW was that the north pole? I yelled "GLOBAL WARMING!" when we pulled up to the lights, but no one cared, because the train was full of children screaming from boredom and pissed off parents that just wasted $25/person to ride a trolly for an hour. On a good note, we went to IHOP afterwards and I got the egg nog pancakes (seasonal) and the big platter with 2 eggs, 3 sausages, 3 pieces of bacon and 2 hashbrowns. Best meal I've had in ages.

I feel today what I imagine women on their period feel like. I'm just groggy and everything is irritating me. Everytime someone talks I just want to tell them to shut up, it's terrible. Plus, my girlfriend is upset because evidently she is "always the first person to call or e-mail in the morning". I got the whole, "we need to talk" thing this morning. Argh...me wishes me had some rum, maitee!

We got about an hour before we leave to board The Polar Express. Not the movie, that's old. I'm talking about the actual train. I can't decide whether or not to wear pajamas!! I want to, but if I do there's no guarantee I'llbe ableto change when we go to dinner, and I want to wear the new outfit I just spent money on.

I've been looking up ways to get money until I can find employment. I'm wondering if the blood bank is really worth it, $20/specimen here seems kind of cheap and I don't like needles, but I'd deal with it. I also don't want marks all up my arm like a junkie, which is what everyone would assume, and I wouldn't care except I'm talking about employers.Damn this capitalistic society.

Most of my posts in the forums are better off blogged and the discussions I try to make out of them usually fail. I just feel like no one would care enough to read my blog, but I figuredit might be worth a try. So here it is: My first blog ever. If no one reads it, I give up on the whole blogging scene.

The best thing for me to blog about right now is my mom, who is insane. Now, don't get me wrong, I hate saying that. However, when she gets banned from Wal-Mart and arrested for disorderly conduct because the cashier wouldn't sell her a bottle of wine, and she doesn't even drink, I find myself lacking a better word.

What got me about the situation was the way the police officer handled the arrest. My mom may have been going off at the manager and the cashier, but she was a safe distance from them, and the police came up behind her and slammed her against the window of the entranceway. She had bruises. She has a lawyer for both defense and a civil suit right now, I just hope that cop gets what he deserves.

It's officially turkey day, and I hope my mom doesn't ruin it. Like I said, I love her to death, but she always finds something to be melodramatic and negative about. I don't believe in God necessarily, but him forbid that she accidently tag this on the internet.