christmas. is. lots. of. almost. here.

alright. three minutes have passed. they were honestly, an eternity. i just can't pretend that i don't NEED to write something. because i do. thats just how i roll.

so holy smack, ten days and no post. i am honestly quite disappointed in myself. however, since it is christmas, the busiest season ever, i am prepared to let it slide. just this once. because i have been freaking busy. yes, that's right, freaking busy. as in, i've been so busy, i'm freaking. just like ridiculously busy. (you know, so busy i'm ridiculous... huh. it may or may not have been funnier in my head.)

i love christmas. yes i do. my favorite holiday. my favorite time of year. love it. oh boy do i ever.

you know what i love most about christmas? (this question is, of course, rhetorical, but if you wish to venture a guess, that's ok too.) i love how everyone is so chipper, and kind, and generous, and chipper... to strangers. its nice. except when you catch the people who are in a rush, because they are, for some reason, not so much of that. pretty much the opposite of that actually. which is kind of a downer since about half the people you run into are in a rush. well, now i'm actually a little upset.

i like happy people. everybody just be happy. and smile.

huh. (not really a title, i know, its just how i feel)

wow! it looks like ten chocolate-covered christmas-oriented days have passed since my last thought. on this blog, of course. i've thought in between, on my own, you know, in my head... so maybe i'll write something. then again... maybe i won't...

it's almost christmas!

... and drunk cops are fun.

Scrabble Freak

There were three of us there, sitting around the table, eyeing one another suspiciously. Glancing occasionally at our tiles. Glancing occasionally at the board. But mostly eyeing one another suspiciously. What, you might ask, could have caused this serious atmosphere? Scrabble. Yes, thats right, my friend, we were doing the unthinkable. Thinking. About words. Real words, that must be found in my trusty Scrabble Dictionary.

Don't worry, I'm making this up. I don't really have a Scrabble Dictionary. We did play Scrabble, though. And I won. (Well, really I HAD to win; I had 2336 + x points.)

Ok. We didn't really play *Scrabble* Scrabble. Honestly, I really have a problem with the rules in board games, or other games, or other things. I don't like rules. I don't like being confined when I am trying to have fun. And I am not alone in this. That, my friend, is why things like this happen.

We changed it up. Oh boy, did we ever change it up. Yes we did. Oh boy.

Tonight, we decided to forsake all of the former rules of Scrabble and follow one, and only one, simple rule: There are no real words allowed. Every turn, each player formed a word from the letters available to him or her, and created a definition from his or her imagination to match said word. Each word, of course, had to be phonetically logical, as in "phuntera," and not "xxyrle," spells "phuntera."

Here are a few of the disasters (of course, by disasters I mean *moments of sheer brilliance*) which followed.

unirigta: a person who has only one rigta.

sintari: 1. a pornographic video game, or 2. a milk-white pickle that glows in the dark.

nepremeg: a cooking paste made from spam and nuts.

rarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs.

toagrarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs AND bulls (as you might guess, VERY rare).

The moral of the story: Scrabble is my favorite game. Not much of a moral, I know.