Hi! Lots going on around here and I just haven't had time to post. In summary: Christmas- good. New Year's Eve- good. 2010- looking good.

Let’s pretend you are invited over to someone’s house to watch a football game. Dinner will also be served. You don’t particularly care to watch football. Do you

a.) Say, “Sounds fun, but I don’t really like football. Thanks for the invite, though.”

b.) Come, watch the game and hang out with your friends.

c.) Bring your laptop so that you and your girlfriend can take turns surfing the web. When she is not surfing the web, she will sleep on the couch.

If you pick c, please tell me how this is not rude.

Facebook has just disabled my account. The only reason I can figure is due to a hacking incident two days ago. Because, otherwise, no reason to disable it.

Fucking facebook.

Update: I just got an e-mail from them. It is because of the hacking incident and I can get my account reinstated. I have started the process. I guess I'm not so mad, although receiving the e-mail first would have been helpful.

• Last week at dodgeball, someone on the other team said to one of the girls on the team, “You’re like a sexy otter.” Worst compliment ever.
• PB’s car is amongst the many that Toyota has recalled. Toyota does not have a fix for the problem yet. Yay for death by uncontrolled speedy crash!
• (I’m not actually worried about that.)
• This morning I was awoken by a cat. I pet him and was telling him good morning when I realized that the cats aren’t supposed to be in the bedroom and I’d shut my door last night.
• I don’t think I can convey in words how much Orion hates PB. I can tell you that if Orion ever does, in fact, develop the ability to shoot laser beams out of his eyes, PB is a dead man.
• It’s supposed to snow this weekend. PB and I are planning a LOTR movie marathon. (He owns the extended versions.) We’re cool like that.
• Snow means one thing in the South. And that is French Toast. (Seriously, everyone runs to the store for eggs, milk, and bread. I have yet to figure out the magical properties of French Toast. Well, except for yumminess.)