Christmas, why do you have to be so freakin' difficult??

Hi stalkers :) I'm back WITH A VENGEANCE!! (of doom.)
No really, 'blogger' is pissing me off. I can't comment on anyones blog, including mine. If anyone has a solution PLEASE dont hesitate to comment, 'cause I sure as hell can't!

But yeah, Chrimbo.
I would like to say I'm still pretty much a child to some extent, but chronologically speaking I'm pretty much on the express route to my future. These two things together seem to collide into one hell of a holiday mess. I want to look mature and nice and not ask for anything expensive but at this point of the year my brain goes into a state of child like awe at the all the thing I want, and this is when greed kicks the nice section of my brain where it's balls should be.
A month ago I wanted, two things, two video games actually, Assassin's Creed Bro-hood (thats the gangsta edition, cause I'm all that) and Call of Duty: Black Ops, and that wasnt going to change. Now I want a melodica, a new guitar, an electric double bass, a submarine, an alarm clock that makes everyone else wait for me to get up, instead of getting me up!, some form hover thing, anything that hovers is awesome in my books :) and I could keep going on, but I know I'll just think of more thinks I want if I do. I feel sorry for the poor sods who have their birthday around now, god they must be running up the walls with excitement ( HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!!!! )

But (un)fortunately the adult side of things keeps creeping in.
Enter Prof. Killjoy, Ph D. in being a PAIN IN MY ASS! When you are younger, your parents buy an aray of gifts for you to label as your ideas and even sign them on your behalf, but when it actually gets to the point that you're your own adult supervision in buying gifts, its bloody difficult!
There have been blogs on this before, the trials and tribunes of buying gifts, or more to the point buying a gift that a person would like, it's seemingly harder than keeping rabid toddlers happy, but I made this blog to vent my frustration so here we go *cracks fingers, CAPS LOCK ON*



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                                    DFJB;OGHGADFXLKFZ                VKDK   TSDFY
                                    BKKV..GHGB/;ODSLKVL                   KGYDY
                                     VABDFJKLNBDFJFFKL                       VMF
                                       DVM,BZN.ZBVNJKL                          FK
                                         VKJSKJDSFNKJDFSGJG            KNFLK
 FAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAILFAIL
RAGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*caps lock off*


Hey look, I caught a fail whale! :D

When deciding on a gift for someone, three things curve your decision on what to get them
1. The Person. As in what they like, what they need, and weather or not you like them. :)
2. The Law of Diminishing Returns (Thanks Margaret :] )
3. How much you're willing to pay on them, which kinda links back to point one.
oh and 4. Availability of that item. (I'm not gonna be able to get a submarine, am I?)

So I guess I should finish this entry up here, and continue ruling out every logical gift option for my loved ones and coming up with more completely stupid things I want. 
(I CAN HAZ SWIMIN' POOLZ ^.^ ??)

OUTRO.
NANANANANANANANA
NANANANANANANANA
BASEMENT BOX!
... I think I'll keep looking

LA FIN