05 December, 2001 - 6:44 p.m.

Would you believe that threats of starvation have been thrust upon me by household members should I choose not to have a christmas party?

The walls of this house must play host to some weird airborne drug, hey. The family members are way weird :D weird in a good way, though.

At first I was very undecided about it. Strange place for a teenager to be, when you think about it. I mean, I liked the idea of having everyone get together .. it's just .. I think the slacker half of me was saying that it couldn't be bothered with all the little intracacies of organising a full fledged party.

However, I studiously started preliminary party plans (now on referred to as the 'ppp') while sitting around at work today, and have somehow managed to find myself in party mode once again. It's like someone just popped open my petrol cap and filled me up.

Doesn't that sound incredibly seedy? :* gutter-dwellers! the lot of you. shame, shame, shame ;)

So anyway, now I've got something planned for every weekend until well into the new year (I can't believe it's 2002 already) and all should be well and merry.

Many thanks go to the people who have given me little plugs in their diaries, and I swear to god I would return the favour, 'cept I don't know how. But I assure you that as soon as my dumb ass does learn .. I'll do a linking spree. I'll be a link-whore. I'd be, like, Abraham Linkin'.

(guess you've got to have seen Wayne's World for that to make any sense. then again, my mind associates things which have no real association whatsoever, so I'll ask you not to be too judgemental, and just take pity on me instead :*)

A friend from Seattle called the other night, and we spoke for almost 4 hours straight. He's coming over here for a few weeks in January sometime, and wants to catch up. Thing is .. do I owe it to he-who-now-won't-speak-to-me to not see this friend from Seattle? I mean, they're best friends, and I'm just little old me. Seattle guy is over here in main part to spend time with him, so am I treading on glass if I see the guy from Seattle? Is it going to seem like I'm trying to take his friends off him? Because it's not like that. We're just friends, is all. But then again .. I thought he-who-now-won't-speak-to-me and I were, too.