Santa

» Written on December 25, 2007 at 9:31 PM «

thumbnail of christmasIs a lie.

There. I said it. And you if even so much as beg to differ, I’ll have you turned into nothing more than a smoked ham faster than you can even think about candy canes.

Speaking of food, honestly speaking, there’s nothing better than a good turkey with the right kind of sauce to go along with it when it comes to fulfilling hunger pangs. It’s too bad then, that my aunt chose to go on a trip to China this year; our family usually heads over to her home, along with my extended relatives during Christmas on the pretext of enjoying each other’s company and reminiscing aud lang syne. In reality, all we want is that turkey.

And ham. Smoked, no less.

Christmas morning sort of started in the afternoon, actually, as I had stayed up until about 5 am the previous night, or morning, technically, gorging myself on some Team Fortress 2 action along with several other Arcadians on their server. It was pretty fun, of course, but eventually even I admitted that having to make an effort to keep my eyes open wasn’t exactly a very good premise for enjoying the rest of Christmas day; I promptly hit the rack in a vain attempt to catch some sleep.

I was awoken by the drone of a vacuum cleaner at around 1 o’ clock, odd indeed that such a noise would be present on a day not meant for such noises. It became a nightmare when I trudged over to my study room and discovered that my entire table had been rearranged beyond all manner of recognition.

My fury was terrible to withhold. Yes, not behold, withhold. I had actually packed my table the way I wanted it to be just the day before after the travesty that comprises my family had already messed it up (that was the reason I had to pack it up in the first place), and seeing my hard work laying in ruins, well, it made me want to kick puppies.

I couldn’t even fucking play Patapon because it seemed that whichever level of my house I would go to, someone would just have to happen to need to either clean the area or use the vacuum cleaner nearby, both options immediately bringing my gameplay to a complete and screeching halt.

The afternoon was mostly uneventful other than a short stint of TF2 with some late-nighter PA buddies, but even they hit the rack after a while.

So I amused myself by having a go with this.

Mmmm

Yes, I have not been drawing for quite a while now. No, I don’t think I really can be bothered to do any more colouring on this one than what I already have.

I guess what I’m really trying to say here, and failing terribly at, presumably, is:

Merry Christmas. Even if Santa is a lie.

I mean, I didn’t see Final Fantasy XIII released this year like I wanted nor did I receive a gazillion bucks in cold, hard cash like I asked for last year either. Fuck that shit. Oh well.)

P.S. Also, no resolutions. Resolutions are for fags.

   

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