Joy and Thanksgiving

Dear Jack,
Yesterday Joy came down. She came in around noon. Up to that point, Dad and I were peacefully co-habitating and working on music. We were almost civil towards each other. Joy and I went to the Stonecrest Mall and walked around working on Justin's Christmas present. By 7PM I had it all lined up and figured out, and purchased. Oh I also had a good lunch and dinner with Joy. For lunch we went to Buggaboo Cafe (A Candadian cliched resturaunt with talking taxadermic creations). And for dinner we ate hotdogs at Dairy Queen in the mall. I think there is something about eating hotdogs on a cold day at the mall after shopping that makes it wonderful.

Laurie, a friend of Joy's from HS, joined us to see a movie. We went to see Brother Bear. It was a pretty good production. All three of us cried twice. I'll even admit it now. The best part was the use of two moose with Canadian accents. It fit in well with the Bugaboo Cafe experience. Afterwards we went to Waffle House. I have decided the kids in my town look three different ways. Red Neck, Prep, or Punk-Killer. The majority of our town is white... like 98%. And thus it is always fun to see the white kids trying to be black gangsters. Well we had all three types come into waffle house. It was interresting to say the least.

I have also learned that Joy has little radar for finding men in general. She doesn't even seem to notice them. I had to point out any man that may look nice to her. She usually is in la la land.

When we got back we talked online. I talked with Justin, and he seemed really down because of a "wonderful" book he read by Christopher Rice. He wants me to read it, but with the reaction that it produced in him, I'm not looking forward to reading it. I don't need something depressing to make me feel sad. I can do that on my own. I also watched some Homestar Runner stuff, and had a good time. For some reason the damned cartoons have overrun our school. Everyone who is anyone quotes from them. Dylan Jordan especially does it well.

Joy and I had pillow talk till we both fell asleep. I woke up around 1:30, and went with Joy to get gifts for my other friends and to get a hair cut. Everyone I spoke to... the only one mattering being Justin, suggested I keep my hair long, not not long--shaggy, but not like a mullet. So that's what I told the barber-lady. "I want to keep it shaggy, but not like a mullet." To which the man next to me decided to disclose a story about how his son said he had a mullet before he even knew what one was. I decided I do not want to go back, as there were only older men who went there. I think Barber Shop is a breading ground for old straight men with children. I like salons better... they even have male hairdressers... and I'd much rather patronize someone who claims to be gay and is open, then a bunch of southern women doing old men hair. Needless to say, my hair is shorter than I wanted. It doesn't look bad... but needed a modern twist to it. Right now... I think it looks like John Ritter.

I think my friends will like their gifts. My biggest fear is that I forgot one. I mean, I mean I didn' get all my friends gifts... so well that means that if one gets me something, that I havent' got something for, I'll feel bad. I figure there are seven who may get me something... as they are very very close friends... so I got stuff specifically for them... but have bags and bows to wrap for emergency gifts for people I wasn't expecting something from.

Joy and I got into a disagreement today. I kept agging her on about her inclusiveness as it is inclusive only to those which agree with her. She doesn't seem to be inclusive towards those who's views are not accepting of non-Christians, or pagans. She also went out of the way to not shop at Walmart when, after arriving, she realized her Civil Liberty Union friends would be disappointed for her shopping at Walmart. She had to appease them. This I find odd. I think it is all well and good that they don't like Walmart. But until I can afford to do other things...I'll use Walmart. Not because I support stuff made in China, and all. Just cause I buy at a place doesn't mean I support it. It means I can't afford otherwise. Well anyway it got is in a disagreement. Luckily it ended by the time we got back.

We had leftover Thanksgiving for dinner... with a twist... CURRY!!! I took a nap, and am now working on my blog.