Current mood:	tired
Current music:	The Dresden Dolls

Christmas tidings.....and all that crap.
I want to thank everyone (all three of you) who left comments in my last friends only post. They were definitely thought-provoking. I'll reply to them with my thoughts later, when I'm not so tired. (Lol, your comment didn't count, Spoon. You suck. Lame-ass.)

Anyway - Merry freaking Christmas!

I have finally gotten myself into the Christmas spirit. It took a Hell of a lot of cooking to get there, though. I spent most of the day in the kitchen, making homemade raviolis. It's tradition. Every Christmas, we have homemade raviolis, meatballs, sausage, and bracioles. We do all the cooking on the day before Christmas, and everyone helps out. Everyone. Even Mario (who fancies himself too manly to work in the kitchen - lol, maybe that's not true, but he jokes about it being "women's work" all the time). My arms are killing me from kneading and rolling the dough. And it's not that good, "I-just-worked-out" sort of hurt; it's that "Ow,-I-must-have-slept-on-my-arm-wrong-and-now-it-feels-like-it's-going-to-fall-off" sort of hurt. I'd never made all of the dough by myself before - I had no idea it was so hard.

I also have a very strong case of garlic breath currently - not just from our (also traditional) Christmas Eve dinner (home-made pizza (with lots of garlic in the sauce), scallops (cooked with garlic), cod, shrimp, and crab), but also from sampling the ravioli cheese filling all day. My mom puts a ton of garlic in it - it's so good.

After dinner tonight, we watched a televising of the midnight mass at our old chuch (St. Joan of Arc). It made me all nostalgic. I can't believe Father Larry is still there - he was my favorite priest. Lol, random memory: I remember when I was a little girl, he asked me one year what I was going to be for Halloween, and I said, "A socialist." I meant to say a socialite, but I didn't know the difference. I was so confused when he started laughing....in fact, I never really figured it out until years later.

So, get this - My brother Sal told me about a week ago what he wanted (but was unable) to get me for Christmas this year: an autographed poster of Richard Belzer (Detective John Munch). How awesome is that?! He placed a bid for it on Ebay, but he was outbid (drat!). So, he's getting me the book, "Conspiracies You Don't Have to be Crazy to Believe in," by Richard Belzer. I knew he was getting me this before he even knew, because I picked it out, lol. Isn't that terrible? I was at Barnes and Noble with my mom, buying books 1 and 2 of "A Series of Unfortunate Events" for Sal for Christmas, and I came across "Conspiracies...", and I said (after the obligatory smiles and sighs, of course), "Hey, this is the book I told Sal to get me for Christmas!" So my mom was like, "Oh, really? Well, give it to me, I'll buy it for him." And I was like, "Well, what if he doesn't want to get that for me?" And she was like, "I'm sure he will." So she bought it. ^_^

Hehe, there are these wonderful pictures of the Belz on the bookcover. They're so cute, even if they are rather unflattering. He really is an ugly man. But I love the way he looks. Ugly men are just so hot. I don't know why. Maybe I am unbalanced.

I can't wait to open up the dr. martens waiting for me under the tree (even though I feel bad that my mom bought them for me, because they're so expensive). I was at the mall with my mom, shopping for my sister, and we knew that she wanted dr. martens, so I was picking some out for her (thank goodness I went along to help - my mom wanted to get her the girly kind. When I picked out the cool ones, my mom was like, "Those are men's! She won't want those!"), and I guess I was really getting into it, because my mom was like, "Do you want a pair too?" And I was like, "*blush* What? No - they're really expensive, and I already have a pair." And she was like, "Yeah, but yours are pretty old," which is true - I've been wearing them since I was 12 years old. So she bought me a pair. ^_^ They're gorgeous - they're red, and steel-toed, and made in England, not China (unlike most dr.'s that you find these days). I thought about picking out the black ones, because they were very Daria-esque (at least, more-so than any of the boots I currently own), but the red ones were just too cool.

I better go to bed now so I can wake up tomorrow morning. I hope Sal likes the Lemony Snicket books I got him. I know everyone else in my family will like what I got them, but he's the only one who refused to tell me what to get him. So I improvised. I really think he'll like them, though. I mean, he loved Harry Potter, and he's been sitting up in my room reading my copy of "The Princess Bride" recently, so it's not like he's "above" reading children's books. Lol, when my brother Mario found out that he was reading "The Princess Bride" today, he was like, "What? The Princess what? We need to get that kid some "Die Hard." Stat."

(Incidentally, Sal is upset, because the last 30 pages somehow got torn out of my copy of "The Princess Bride," and he's reached the end and he wants to know what happens. But, of course, he would never actually buy the book himself, so he's kinda screwed. Hahaha, it's kind of sad.)

Eek, I just heard noises downstairs, which scared me, because it sounded like someone was walking upstairs. I've never been up this late the night before Christmas before. What if Santa Clause IS real, but he's evil, and the reason you have to be in bed before he gets here is so he won't kill you??? Lol, I keep imagining this really deformed, evil, scary-looking guy in red pressing his face up against my window (because I still don't have any shades up).

I get scared way too easily.