I am not a human being

Snow, coffee, more food, dog hair, lil wayne; basically what has summed up the past two days. I'm in a funk today but I am really determined to write something. So, it just so happened that New Jersey, in particular New York metro area, even more particularly Hudson, Bergen and Essex Counties, AND yes even more specifically the town of Kearny, North Arlington, and Lyndhurst received a measely 30 inches of snow last night. For those of you who are geographically incompetent, I'm talking about here.
If you look closely enough you can probably see my house and if you look even closer you can probably find my cars that ar....oh wait no you can't. You cant find my cars because they are completely covered in that white frozan vapor. Allow me to begin my saying that last night I went to a Christmas dinner/party/shabang that was really nice. I even received a bottle of wine and some other alcohol-supporting trinkets from an unknown gift-giver (Danny). About ten of us gathered at our good friends house. Noreen was the host, an exceptional host at that, and there was a plethora of foods to choose from to nibbe on or gorge through. Atrichoke dip, vegetables, mac&cheese, some beany thing, steak, pepperoni rolls (yumBO!)

Although everything looked good, there was one item that really irked me. I do not know what it was, I did not dare to try it. (Take a look for yourself). Slightly resembles cheese topped by dog food and then topped by some regurgitated dog food. The snowman made a nice touch I guess. Ha in the picture on the right it says the word "drink" next to....it. How fitting, after eating any of that a drink would certainly be in order. Other than that, some unnecessary arguing caused by the "yakee" swap or whatever it was called, and my unsportsman like attitude whilst playing Taboo, I would give last night an 8 out of 10. That is the party, not what happened after.
Well, as you know NJ got pummled with snow last night so Nick and I left the dinner around nine because, well, we had to leave sometime. Before I go any further I need to say that I have a tendency to heavily elaborate when I tell/write/type (true) stories so I'm going to try a new strategy and not get so into it. I am going to explain this story in ten sentences, whether they be fragments or run on. Heree we goooooooo...

1. There is more than a foot of snow on the ground at this hour but less than two.
2. Leave the party, walk to the car, spend fifteen minutes trying to get the car out of the parking space.
3. Finally get out of spot and drive 3 mph to PJ's house in order to drop him home.
4. Leave PJ's house, nervously drive up the streeetz hoping no one is coming, go throuh a few red lights (but really what cop is going to pull us over) and this part of the drive was pleasant.
5. Turn down Magnolia Avenue and get stuck; Try to get un-stuck but fail; try to shew away some Mexicans.
6. 20 minutes later, still stuck.
7. I run home which in only a block away and get a shovel.
8. I run back, unshovel Nicks car, he becomes unstuck.
9. I walk home, Nick attempts to drive to his home, he gets stuck.

10. I take this lovely picture

Nick was stuck for another hour, and I fail at telling stories in under 10 lines. Here's some more photos; dinner/stuck/shoveling party

Tis the season...

..for baking, gingerbread houses, screaming at others while driving, and wasti...I mean spending money. I am unofficially going to introduce you to one of the people in my life that knows me best, my "bffl"; Ladies and gents, meet Nicholas.


Yep, that's his real hair. He's a beauty. Anyway, I only introduce him because well he is a staple in mostly all of my stories, true or not. So last night my other good pal, Jim gave me a call and said he needed to bake cookies for his office Christmas party. I offered to help because well, lets face it, I am the best baker on this side of the Mississippi. We bought really dark chocolaty cookie mix and decided to add an obscene amount of peanut butter, concocting a really disgustingly atheistically unpleasing batter. Here is nick hard at work.
Ahha well the cookies turned out well, besides the fact that they looked like small mounds of Pterodactyl poop. But they didn't taste like that. :D

The next holiday endeavor was attempting to construct gingerbread houses. After purchasing an obnoxious amount of graham crackers, twizzlers, and other various sweet treats, the building began. Nick was oddly determined to create the best house and (un)intentionally turned it into a competition. (Truly, he was the only one was competing. You are your own worst critic, right?) Well, anyway, Nicks house did indeed turn out beautifully. Out mutual friend, Caroline, also constructed a really nice, spacious might I add, gingerbread house. Mine, well, eh, it started out alright but somewhere along the way it morphed into an alien house.

This is Caroline's really big house. If all three of these houses were lined up, (I know, shit, I fail at taking a picture of the three of them lined up. Ugh) this would be the neighbor that everyone likes, but they don't have any money so they try really hard to decorate elaborately for Christmas in order to mask their poorness.

This is Nick's house. At this point it was only in the beginning stages, but it was much more elaborate and neatly decorated at the end. On the make believe block of gingerbread houses, his house would be home of the pretentious family that no one likes and the family that tries way too hard to impress everyone else on the block by attempting to over-embellish their house wit too many holiday decorations. This family is at the core of everyone's hate during the holiday season. The one-uppers if you will. They have no friends.

And, well, there's not much to be said about the alien house. These are the weird neighbors that no one talks to. There's a weird smell coming from their house, they never leave their house, and they are just weird. They are creepily too quiet and sometimes Mrs. Johnson calls the cops on them because she just feels the need to. I mean, come on, there's an alien sculpture in their front yard.

Ariel view of the neighborhood.

Oh my, who are you?

Oh dear it has been terribly too long since I have written a damn thing about my life. Every single time I sit down and try to anything (seriously, anything) I find myself thinking about everything and absolutely anything else I could possibly do. Eg: clean the bathroom; check the pantry for mice; decide that I need to go food shopping; decide that it would be beneficial to study (but don't); decide to check if the toilet paper needs to be changed; etc. But now that I am finally home for the long awaited winter break, I really, seriously have nothing to do.
Everything that I normally would do is already done, and now all I can think about is if I should re-appear at Lee's florist and help out my absolutely crazy yet fantastic boss.

love you.

Well, what has happened to me since I last ranted and raved about whatever miniscule thing was on my mind? Well, in no order of importance, I
1. Became and aunt; Sophia Rae congrats on getting the best role model you will ever have. (Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaha.)
Hell yeah! I look JUST like that in my German class. She's got the "what are you talking about" look seriously down to a science.
2. Decided to study abroad on the great city of Prague! More on that later.
3. STill managed to NOT receive an A in college. Yep, stiiiiillll waiting for that day to come. It's not that I'm unhappy with straight B+'s and I am certainly not complaining. But how mediocre is that? Come on Loyola, throw me a bone.
4. Well, um, officially became a Junior. Yippie?
5. Can say that I have had peanut-butter for dinner more than once.
6. I've discovered/made the best conglomeration of music I could ever want.

Mmmmmmm on another note, I decided to go Christmas shopping today. Here are the items that I purchased.

Für mein Bruder und mein Vater. (grammar is wrong, just sayin')


Und das its für meine Mutter. "Illuminations" ist vermutlich langweilig, aber Josh Groban ist schön. Sort of. In a weird way.

I can't really find the other things I bought today/don't really want to search for them and then screencap them. Don't act like you don't know what screencapping is. Its only the best thing anyone can to do when steali...I mean borrowing images.