This morning, we, my dad and I, went to Radio Shack to pick up some parts for a Christmas gift. They couldn't get all the adapters that I needed for a relatively cheap price (I didn't want to pay $27 for adapters considering the gift cost half as much), so we left. I felt bad that they had to open like 6 little blister packs with the different adapters in them, but hey, Radio shack is a multibillion dollar company, right. I could care less.
Then we went to Pet smart because we needed to get our animals Christmas presents too. I spent entirely too much time in the doggy toy aisle picking out two toys for Fiona, a squeaky soft giraffe head, and a sheep that squeaks. She's already put a hole in the giraffe head but its fixable so its all good. I think she just enjoys carrying around a toy. Boomer, the huge dog, got a jacket, which he hates. I think my dad's going to take it back as he's declared it "too big of a pain in the ass to deal with." So poor Boomer will have to stay cold this winter due to his pain in the assness if that's a word.
that's been today, boring, and most importantly relaxing. I've had time to lay down, to read, and to lay down again. Work will have to continue soon though if I don't want to do work while I'm in Ohio though.
Last night's show on ACB Radio went great. It was pretty holiday music oriented, and I'm sue some will have cursed me for the change and some will welcome the fact that I'll be back to normal next week.
I got the train tickets to Toronto today and I'm excited. I don't have a day count for that trip but I'm looking forward to it despte my parents reservations. I'll do fine, and will have a chance to get away so I think that's the important thing.
Well, not much else is going on. Its amazing that four days, five if you count today, and it'll be Christmas. I think that the 27th December will be the first anniversary of this journal. Coolness.
Which brings me to my final point.
Since the advent of deletion of invite codes, lots and lots and lots of people are changing journals, moving. I could never do that really. There's too much history, too many events, I've recounted here for me to just say "well, I'm moving, see you on the flipside". It makes me wonder, do people that change journals feel that they are starting over, making new beginnings? If only life was that easy, if only it was.
Well, that'll be all for this afternoon. Peace and happiness to all.