Alrighty, it's Boxing day, it's Boxing day! As you can tell I live in one of the British Commonwealth countries; good ole Canada. So yea, we had some company over today, nothing too much just about 3.5 people. Yup, three and a half people over: I really don't count my my baby cousin as a whole person. Yes, yes, I know by definition he is and blah, blah, blah but don't take my words so seriously bub. Yea, so we had four people over today and for about 6 hours straight a bunch of us were playing cards and dominoes. 'Twas alright though, I prefer things when they're more personal or intimate. And not intimate in the sense of sexual or romantic or anything. I like it when things are more quaint. I'm sure you get the gist of what I'm saying. It's all good though. And you want to know what I just noticed? Call me a dolt, but I just realized that Savage Garden, is one of the only bands who could take the concept of skinny dipping and turn it into something romantic. "I want to bathe with you in the sea..." I guess it how you say things that make it count. Skinny-dipping is usually seen as a naughty/ dirty thing to do, but the way they put it it's all romantic and such. Now that's talent. To be honest I prefer it that way romantic then dirty and such. But that's just my mood right now, if you catch me on an off day I bet I probably wouldn't care too much. Bathing in the sea sounds pretty cool though, I wonder if anyone would be willing to do that (You know who I'm talking about.) I must confess, this song reminds of a certain someone out there, I trust that she's already heard the song and knows the lyrics. It's really a good song, even the beat, the mood it sets, all of it. But yea, enough about romantic songs, I suppose I ought to talk about much better things... or at least things that'll hold your attention. But then again, I'm not totally writing this for you, it's like a 50 / 50 split between you and I. Or something like that, though I'm sure you guys out there might not care much to hear my ramblings. That shows on my Dec. 24th entry whereby I got no responses. *pouts* alright, so maybe I shouldn't be pouting, but you know the way things go around here: if I can't feel sorry for myself, who will? After-all, who would have sympathy for the devil? Not to say that I'm the devil, I'm more like the advocate, but just the concept is what I'm talking about. If you've got no idea what's going on at this point, just pretend that I'm referring to the song by the Rolling Stones and we'll be on our merry way. So yea, it's boxing day and I watched the behind the scenes footage for Pirates of the Caribbean. It's not too shabby. I would have watched the entire film, but I haven't had 2 hours and thirty approximate minutes to sit down and watch it. Hopefully tomorrow, but seeing as both my rents and sibling are home I may end up getting slightly tied up in other activities which are intended to "strengthen the family as a whole." Or so they say. And what gets me is that they think we're so close and such. Almost like they never remember how often they get into an argument or a full fledge fight. And it's been happening more and more now that my sister is in her mid twenties she's developing her own CRAZY opinions and such which are not only clashing with my parents opinions, but are also wrong. And she can't seem to have a normal discussion; she always raises her voice would make any normal person get slightly defensive which is only natural. Then she tries to spin it around and blame you for the argument created. Whatever, she should concentrate on actually finding a good boyfriend so she can marry and get out of this house. But the only reason why she won't do that is because she's too goddamned scared of what the real world is like so she pretends to be all big and or bad. Blah, whatever, I figure I ought to say something here and not to her because there's no winning because of the way she is. I just stay quiet and hope for the best. Sorry about that, I just felt like saying something about that because for the past three weeks I've been putting up with this garbage and the thing is that once the arguing stops my folks forget all about it like it never happened. My dad is a good guy but he's a sucker for his first born (my sister.) I guess it doesn't matter though, before you know it both me and her will be leaving the house at around the same time and she's about half a decade older then me. But like I said, I'll stop complaining - grin and bear as they say. "Be a man and suck it up." Truly, -Captain B. Complaints