Christmas Decorating Is The Pinacle Of Evil

Black Friday is not black friday for me.  For me, it's the day to sleep in till eleven, then decorate for Christmas.

Ah, Christmas.  The pinacle of winter for most children.... Unless you do Hanuka, of course.... but anyway.  Today I woke up at ten thirty because the rest of my family had gone out at four in the morning (Which is INSANE, by the way) to go Christmas shopping.  They were back by seven thirty. 

So my mom came over (I live with my grampa.  Pathetic, no?)  and I came downstairs to my little brother wrapping the last present, the biggest one he "Got"  ....Mine.  Of course I'd already figured out that all he did was take my legos, put them in a box and wrap them up (I'd talked before of how much I wanted Legos)... It sort of made me angry.

I'm not a materialistic person.  It just pisses me off that my brother had the nerve to not only NOT buy me a present, but to take what was mine already and attempt to pass it off as an act of good will.  But I guess my knowledge of the upcoming XBox 360 helps to improve the mood.  I'm going to try my hardest to get everyone, including my friends, gifts.... Maybe I'll just take Jeffrey's soccer cleats away and wrap those up, hm?  That seems like a good idea at the moment.

Grampa told us all that if we got him anything he'd take away our presents.  I think he's the opposite of the materialistic guy.

Christmas decorating is a sport in my house.  There are three kids, so three kids means three trees.  We put the gifts under one tree and the other two are for decoration... I've just been informed that I am to do the "Toy tree" this year.  That's the toy-themed one:  The one with toy ornaments, toy garland, toy tinsel, toy everything.  Not quite sure yet where in the house it's going to be put.

The trees fall under three categories every year:  Toy tree, white tree, and Christmas tree.  The toy tree is mine, the White tree is Lisa's (Jeff and I always hate the white tree) and the Christmas tree is Jeffrey's.  Figures he gets the extravagent one.  Ten dollars says he throws a fit halfway through and quits.  He does it every freaking year. 

Can't wait till the boxes come down. 

A short introduction of sorts.

Hi there.  You're probably only skimming now, so feel free to start actually reading at any time.

I have no idea what this blog is going to be.  All I know is that I want to start one.  And I will tell you stories, and show you cool stuff, and hopefully someone will pay attention.  In the next few paragraphs I will illustrate why I chose this blog title, for future reference

I am not a perfect pretty girl.  I'm 16 years old, female, 164 pounds (at the moment) and I'm five feet and two inches.  I'm mostly German so I have a huge bulky frame and a wide face.  Sometimes I hate it.  Sometimes I love it.

But my most distinguished feature is the boobs.  That's right, those fleshy mounds men and women find so attractive.  Well, I has them.  -makes a face-  Sometimes I don't like them.  Sometimes they can get me shit I want.  Sometimes they just PISS ME OFF.  But I have to live with them. 

The other part of my title:  Pockey.  I am an anime freak.  I go to conventions, I cosplay, and I fangirl over the dumbest shit possible.  Pockey is is pretty much my favorite candy ever in the world in the history of the universe.  

The love part you can figure out for yourself.

This will be random.  This will be amazing.  This will be the lazy-crazy-daily documentation of my life. No details will be spared, no events will be passed over and no subject will go overlooked. Hopefully I can enjoy myself.