Older now, and bad excuses

I'm about to get ready to see the Nutcracker ballet (YES!!!) and I just remembered that I haven't blogged in a while. I didn't even blog on my birthday which was the 15th!

Everything has been so busy, getting ready for Christmas, seeing old friends, and a lot of family stuff---- I just haven't had anytime to write.

Also, everyone knows I like presents, and travel, and this year my parents have decided to combine them both. After we have Christmas with all the family we're heading to San Antonio and Austin again for some shopping, touring, and hopefully snow! I can't wait! I'm hoping to hit up a few vintage shops I saw this summer, or at least a few galleries.

School is now officially out for me, and right now I'm trying not to worry about the paper I have due in English, or the pounds worth of French Revolution inspired music that I have to study and commit to memory.

Ugh. I'm also trying not to get annoyed by the overused and abused excuse of "Why not, (insert holiday here) only comes around once a year!"

Well naw duh. You know what else comes around once a year? My fist, towards your face if you don't stop saying that. People need to either be honest, or come up with a better excuse when trying to justify our of the ordinary holiday actions.

Personally, when asked why I would spend over $100 at Bath and Body Works for family, I don't say "Why not, Christmas only comes around once a year!"

I say, "Hello? Have you met my family? I'm safer getting them something nice and smelly than buying them a gift card from the Pottery Barn."

You can't buy me...maybe

I'm not even going to lie. I'm materialistic. I like spending time with family and friends, but at the end of the day, I like being surrounded by stuff. This is why my room is overflowing with random things.

My mom and I don't get along. I think her new husband is weird. She took me out for an early birthday lunch today, which was ok. We didn't talk much.

Then we went shopping.

My mom's not rich. She's not poor. She's somewhere in between. When we went shopping she asked me what I wanted, and I told her I needed scarfs. I saw a few that I was just like wow, these are pretty!

Before I knew it, without looking at the price, my new stepdad was like, "LET'S GET IT!"

I pretty much had a heart attack when we were checking out and I heard the price of these two scarfs. $80. Dude. I have never ever ever spent that much on an accessory. Ever.

Now, to some people, this is normal, but me? No. $20-$30 is the limit on what I would spend on accessories.

When we first left the store I felt a little guilty, but right now, not so much. It was for my birthday, and this new guy is just trying to prove that he's a good stepdad, so should I feel bad? I think not. Not to mention he's already mentioned the words: Dallas, Shopping spree, and Hundreds of dollars, Saturday after Christmas.

I think this guy is going to make up monetarily for all the crappy experiences I had with my mom.

All around guy

I'm tired of liking guys, and then disliking them because I can't take them anywhere.

Have you ever liked a guy you couldn't take everywhere? It's frustrating.

I have tons of banquets/ dances to go to every year and bringing a date is always nice, but I want to go with someone I can have fun with.

It sucks because sometimes the guy:

doesn't like to dance
doesn't like books
doesn't have any friends at the function and therefore would have no one to talk to but me, meaning my mingling time is cut down
doesn't like the food the event is serving
doesn't own a suit, and will never own a suit... ever.

Sometimes it's all of the above, sometimes it's just one or two. The point is, it's bothersome.

I need an all around guy. One I can go with to Starbucks, Barns and Noble, banquest/dances, the occasional get together with my graduated high school, now college friends, and plays and other theatrical productions. Someone I can take to the above places without feeling guilty that I'm boring them or making them uncomfortable.

Is that too much to ask for? Maybe so.