Happy Holidays! (New Year, not Christmas)

So. Christmas, huh?

I’ve never been a huge fan of the holiday, except the time Santa was real to me. (SANTA’S NOT REAL, KIDS!!! LIKE OMG WTF, RIGHT?!) It tends to bring out the emo in me, really, and I wallow in the emoness of it all like an… emo. Only without the hair and not so much eyeliner. Add to my personal issues the fact that The Boyfriend is overseas, and has been for over half a year now. So I hate the occasion. Or I like to pretend it means nothing to me. This year, however, my usual effort at pretending wasn’t necessary. I failed to acknowledge the holidays at all. It went by like fwoooooshhh. I skipped the eeeemo and went straight to the “Whoa WTF just happened? Christmas? Whuh?”

For quite literally the first time in my entire life, I wasn’t home for the holidays. I was in the same country, sure, but in a different house, in a different region, with different relatives. I had work at 3am Christmas morning so I couldn’t go home. (Santa, I want a car and driving skillz kthx.)

Cindy (Angeles cousin, current roommate and curly-haired version of me) and I came to a decision to bring out her old Harry Potter board games, while waiting for the clock to strike midnight on the 25th. So we nerded up ourselves all J.K. Rowling-like.

Note that this was only for The Sorcerer's Stone. Trivia almost a decade ago. *sweat*

I got to spend some time with my mom and brother on the day itself for a few hours around lunch til the afternoon when they came over. So it wasn’t such a dreary, lonely, away-from-the-family Christmas.

Also, got to spend time playing awesome Mario Kart on Wii with the Uichanco cousins.

These are the faces of Concentration.

Later that day and for the rest of the night, I was back with the Angeleses: hung out, laughed at superficial things like we do, lamented about how we’re soooo broke… And us cousins Cindy, Neil, Juancho and I proceeded to throw our Christmas money away on baked tahong and cigarettes. 

This is our group pic.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t such a hellish Christmas. It was a good, clean fun-filled day — I’m okay with that. :)

And now we move on to the next holiday — one of my absolute favorites! — New Year’s Eve and the actual New Year! I already bought myself a new dress. (Like I said, I’m broke.) And I am filled with eager anticipation — to wear my new dress, to be able to use my new Starbucks planner, to get (just a little) drunk, to welcome 2009 with alcohol, yummy food and super lolos.

No merry Christmases from me, but I wish you all a really really HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D

I want James Franco to be my pot dealer.

Thanks to Neil, my cousin who just came back from overseas (Uy, OFW, welcome back!), and his apparent boredom there, we were treated to a 320 external hard drive filled with almost 500 movies (and more!). The hard drive was his, but he left it at the house for a couple days. So what did we do? Why, we made like a couch potato in front of the PC, of course!

The movie of the night was… *ta-da!* Pineapple Express!

It was about… well, marijuana. More specifically the kind of weed called Pineapple Express. Smoking it, dealing it, getting involved in rivalries between major dealers… And all this while the protagonists are constantly high. It has more action than I’m used to in Judd Apatow movies, but the humor, even in the action-packed scenes never went missing.

Seth Rogen was Dale Denton. The uncute but adorable, a little sad, pathetic but funny guy. He taught us never to throw a roach out the car window, especially of the rarest strain, when you witness a murder. Thanks for the tip. James Franco plays Dale’s dealer (and friend?) with a porn star name — Saul Silver! He is fricken hilarious! I don’t think I’ve seen him in a comedy role before this and I need to say, I hope he does more of this shit. He does it so well!

The movie reminded me of another Judd Apatow movie, Superbad. I know some people who didn’t get that movie, but I know some who very much did. So let me tell you, if you don’t get this particular kind of trippy, almost-slapstick-but-not-quite, all-bantering, senseless dialogue kind of humor, then you’re not going to get it at all. Because Pineapple Express was exactly like that. Completely different story, but same style of comedy — a style I personally absolutely love, by the way!

After all the laughs, and all the facepalms, I’ve come to one conclusion: Pot is sexy.

Well, pot dealers anyway. Particularly those named James Franco (or Saul Silver).

"I make dirty and high look sexy."

Swoon.

Go watch the movie. As long as you’re not looking to watch a life-changing dramatic movie with a riveting plot, and just looking for a good time, I promise it won’t be a waste of time.

Also, have I mentioned how fuckin’ sexy James Franco is in it?

I keep coming back to you.

I’m writing typing this right now on my cousin’s laptop, on her bed, in her room. This is the room I’ll be staying in, the bed I’ll be sleeping on, and most likely the computer I’ll be using for the weeks, hopefully for months to come.

Again, like 2 years ago, I’ve hauled ass to Pasig City. I’ve left my home in Laguna to pursue part of a dream. This time, it’s bigger. My foot’s in the door, and I have 2 weeks to prove to the big guys that they should let the rest of me in.

My heart will be shattered if I don’t get this, now that I’m so close. But if I do — oh joy! :D

My fingers, toes, and hair strands — I’m keeping them crossed for good luck.  That, and I’m working hard, doing my best, bent on impressing the big guys. Whatever happens, there will be no regrets. For now, I’m just glad I’m here. :)