Monopolization of Xmas

Guess what everybody? It's Christmas eve!!!!! Or should I say Xmas eve? Yes yes. 'Santa', that overly fat man in the red suit, comes to visit tonight. He'll eat all your cookies and drink all your milk in exchange for a few toys, or if you have bad luck, a lump of coal. What joy, right? A big fat man breaking into your house, raiding you of yummy home baked desserts, only to leave behind some junk.

Well despite all that, I know I'm excited! But if you think about it, its hard to decide what holiday this really is. I don't believe in calling it Christmas. I'm not Catholic, actually, I'm highly atheist. So what if some guy died on this day a few thousand years ago? Big deal. And then theres the Pagan version of Christmas, where its more about family and giving presents to each other. Sounds more like a consumers holiday then a religious one. Speaking of consumer holidays, I've decided to call 'Christmas', Xmas. Using x as that mathematical variable, representing any form of this holiday occurring on December 24th, where you set up a tree of some sort, and pile presents under it for friends and family, labeling it from some fat dude.

Corporate companies have monopolized Xmas so much, it's almost not funny. But then again, it is. All the xmas music playing on the radios and through the stores months before the actually holiday occurs. Stores loading up their already over stocked shelves with xmas paraphernalia and merchandise. And then weeks before xmas also, the sales. Oh the sales. Book sale now, 50% of here, one time only xmas sale there! Its endless, I tell you. But a wise shopper once told me, when prices plummet, shop till you drop!

Yes, maybe I too am caught up in this addicting, stressful, excitement creating crave of xmas, but hot-diggity-dog is it ever fun! Have we ever had a better reason to buy lots of neat shiny things? Nope. So three cheers for xmas! Hip-hip-horray! Hip-hip-horray! Hip-hip-horray! With that said, I can't wait for tomorrow when I can open that small box containing the present you all know I'm craving so dearly, my new psp. And isn't it always funny, no matter how hard parents try to hard our presents, we always find them? Well, my mom has given up on that. She just buys most of them when I'm there. Problem solved.

Happy holidays everyone, how ever you may celebrate them!
Cheerfully yours,
~Chiko!!

Psychological Overload

You know, its a peculiar thing when you realize you're going insane. All the stress, paranoia, insecurities, and moments of supreme spontaneity are really quite the quirks. Along with the free tickets for the emotional roller coaster, I couldn't ask for more.

I'm not going to start a blamestorm at this point in time, but someone or something has disrupted my homeostasis. Its not fun, really. All the unbalance and disorder from the norm could drive one up the wall. Literally. And all the mental pressure makes your head feel like it's going to explode, as if FPS Doug came in and was like BOOM - HEADSHOT!

When you go insane, you feel all the little men running around in your head, trying to get everything straight because the filing cabinets exploded and all those sticky notes are flying around in quite the frenzy. You can't think straight, and for some reason you always feel like killing someone to ease the stress. Kind of like Hamlet, yet this time you know you're insane. Or do you? Insanity is an interesting thing. It comes and goes at it pleases.

And why do some people persistently think that the world revolves around them? Like seriously, get over yourself. Some people are so selfish and conceited, even when its the time to think about others large scale. And when people try to point out their flaws, they snap and put the pressure on you, asking petty little questions. Its really a shame to see what the world has come to. Its a sad mad mad mad world.

The teapot has stopped whistling and the waters have cooled, so now its time to say adieu.
~Chiko.