It's a Christmas miracle?

Well, my computer crapped out again, but then spontaneously came back fully functional. It's very strange, but I'm not going to question it.

Speaking of Christmas, I really enjoyed the holiday this year. Because of the cancer, I had to deal with all my Christian friends telling me all about how I need to put my faith in Jesus and whatever (especially now that I'm not going to die). And it's been a non-stop Jesus-freak-o-thon since I was diagnosed. Don't get me wrong, believe what you want, just leave me out of it. Anyways, that's why I liked Christmas. It was the one time of year that they all stopped going on about Jesus and instead focused on spending money they don't have on things that the people they care about don't really need.

I have the strangest feeling that I've forgotten someone's birthday. Well, nevermind...

One of the things I got for Xmas was "Porcelain" by Sparta. I have not been able to stop listening to this album since I got it. When At the Drive-In broke up, (basically) half the members formed Sparta (the other half formed The Mars Volta). It's a solid album. And yes, I'm listening to it as I post.

My sister lived up to her promise and we went shopping on Wednesday. I pretty much got a whole new wardrobe for $150. I'm not much of a shopper (hence needing my sister's help), but there are some killer after Christmas sales. Then again, I shouldn't be so culturally biased. Maybe they were just a bunch of Three King's Day sales.

So naturally, by buying clothes that actually fit (and getting rid of the old ones), I'm going to have to keep all the weight off. On the schedule for tomorrow is renewing my gym membership. My membership expired in the beginning of the cancer episode. Apparently, I found it a little difficult getting to the gym after losing half-pints of blood at a time from multiple nosebleeds. Anyways, I'm going to feel like such a mook going in there on New Year's Eve looking like someone with a resolution. I wish I could have gotten a clean bill of health a month ago so I could have been working out all this time. Side note, I didn't have a doctor's ok for exercise last month when I had started the pushups/situps/etc. and ended up spending two weeks fighting a wicked sinus infection. I have seen him since, and supposedly I shouldn't have jumped the gun, but I'll be fine after this month.

As for New Year's resolutions, I have none. Well, one. I'm going to stop smoking crack. And I think I'll stick with it as I've never smoked crack and don't ever intend to start. I've never been big on New Year's resolutions. I've never met anyone who has ever stuck to one. Furthermore, I've never seen anyone's health kick resolutions (diet/exercise/quitting smoking/etc.) last more than a month. Personally, I don't need some holiday tradition to inspire me to change my life. But whatever...

I do intend to party though. Where? I dunno. Originally, the plan was that Bryan was going to have a New Year's party at his house. This is what he said before he bought the place (a couple months ago). Now, he's whining about having to work on New Year's Day and saying that he's thinking of just having a few beers and calling it an early night. I'm going to do my best to keep him from wussing out. Right now, it's just past midnight on New Years Eve. Odds are I'll be back here in less than 24 hours to winge on about what a letdown the evening was. Oi...I'd call him a pussy, but that's just an insult to pussy.

I don't want to dick out on my friends, but if their exciting social lifestyle has been reduced to drinking a few beers while watching a Car Crazy marathon on the Speed channel, I don't think I'll have a choice. At this point, I've moved passed upset and am right at sad. My grandpa goes out more than these guys, and he's been dead since I was in the first grade. I'm pretty sure I predicted this all in another post, too. Other than myself, Bryan was the last link in an active social life, and now he's RIP.

Oh well, life's a bitch. But hey, in another six months it won't even matter as I'll be moving 833 miles away to good ol' South Bend, Indiana (where I'll probably have to drive an hour and a half to Chicago to find something to do).

In the meantime...