Well, shit happens...
Mood:  smelly
Now Playing: Dune Buggy - The Presidents
Well, just to recap my christmas, I feel that I had a very good haul this year. Usually, I can gather what my family thinks of me by what they get me. This year, I think my family feels that I need a new wardrobe. I got several sweaters/jackets, some boxers (some risque martini girl ones from my mom), wool socks (which are a must have in cold weather, and a scarf which I plan on wearing every waking hour of every day just in spite of my raging heterosexuality. I also got a cool aquarium for my fish, new tires for my truck (hooray! no more wire tread sticking out!), a sweet gym bag, and some other ultra cool stuff. I also gave some sweet gifts. The complete Stevie Ray Vaughn collection for my mom, a $75 gift card to the gap for my sister (simply because I want her to be trendy and because she is too young for victoria's secret and too good for hot topic), a badass michigan shirt for my dad and an anthology rock and roll collection for my mom's boyfriend. I would say this has definitely been the best chrismahunakwanzikuh ever. Moving along to other things in my life. So I have been sick for atleast 2 weeks now. Every morning I wake up with a mild fever (99-101 degrees), neck pain and a migraine headache. Every night I go to sleep with the same damn symptoms. Well, tomorrow I finally get to see a doctor and start to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. I don't have health insurance so I get to pay for this visit out of pocket. But I would like to know what is wrong with me; bubonic plague, herpes, the clap, mono, or some other assorted venerial disease. Hopefully I can treat it and go back to being a normal human being. I feel like i'm in a bubble. Everything feels and sounds so far away. I fucking hate being sick. On to other news. SO today, as I was preparing to go get the new tires put on my truck, my dear mother plows into my truck while backing down the driveway in her van. My truck didn't really stand a chance. It was really like David vs. Goliath except in car form. And there were no biblical miracles. Oh well. I just spent $700 fixing the passenger side, now I get to fix the driver's side. Shit happens. For some reason though, this doesn't really bother me. It seems like there are SO many bigger things in life to contemplate. Why fixate on a fucking truck? On the plus side, this means I get to drive the van for awhile. Which also means I get to re-live my high school days. Which means I will get terrible acne, stay at home on weekends, run from girls, and play video games. Now that I think about it, life really hasn't changed that much in three years.

So, since I am really, really, REDICULOUSLY good...at explaining my life in picture form, I have decided to make the next two sequences for people that may have felt either lost when reading the previous passage or just plain too lazy to read it. I like to think of my blog as a website for mentally challenged college students or really gifted 3 year olds. Either way, pictures help.

Here is me in picture form right now. If you can figure out what it means, you win an end of the year blog award*.

This next picture, or sequence is how I would visually describe the battle between my truck, and my mom's van. I feel for the crippled heap of scrap metal that is my truck right now.

*actual guarantee of an award not guaranteed. No purchase necesary, for a gamepiece please send in a self addressed envelope with 2 upc codes to "Chris's year end blogapalooza" c/o Chris Hahn Inc. Bringing you shitty ideas and filling awkward silences since 1984.