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Why don't you remember my name? :: Thursday, December 25, 2003 ::

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, blah blah blah. I was woken up by my brother about to go out of his mind if he wasn't able to tear into his gifts. All I wanted was sleep, but no. I was forced to get up.

Okay, between my immediate family and my dad's side of the family, I have all ready received THREE gift cards (Two to Border's, one to Media Play)...so I'm predicting...six gift cards total, with what I'll get from my mom's side.

OH! More developments on my mom's side. Will, the cousin who is only about a year and half older than me, failed his first semester at UNCW and has since transfered to CPCC. To study what, you may ask? He wants to become a mechanic. I would feel sorry for Will only I know he applies no effort into anything and...yeah. So now he's back home and...doing stuff. It's weird because Will is so...not with it and his brother, Price, is like the next Bill Gates. It was joke around the family that Price could actually build a computer out of a blade of grass and a paper clip, and when my brother told this to Price, he actually went off on this tangent about how it was possible.

JENNIFER! KAILEY! SALVATION! My mom has prepared the alcohol for the four of us...because unlike Thanksgiving, it's the ENTIRE family this time. Every last one of them.

So...I may be hiding on the computer later today.

Current Mood: Whatever it is, it's still not Christmas-y
Current Music: Sigur Ros - Olsen Olsen

:: Nick Thursday, December 25, 2003 [+] ::