Have a Yucky Day...

Ive been a bit of an Oscar lately......Infact, i've been so grumpy that I havent wanted to leave my apartment in days.

For the past week, i've been an absolute nightmare. And Since it was my birthday, and I was rediculously sick, I decided the only way to get over my bit of "gouch week" was to go shopping. And in doing so, I went to the mall on Tuesday, and Wednesday *after class of course* and got all of my Christmas shopping done and out of the way. I REFUSE to go to the mall any time past December 1st. If you cant blame me.

Now, I know I know, I loathe Christmas, it's full of jolly well wishers and do gooders. UGH. I'm a do gooder all year long, and to see people pretend for a couple of weeks to get along and make nice with everyone they hate the rest of the year, just doesnt cut it for me. A bunch of people doing nice things to feel good about themselves just for 2 weeksa year is about as sentimental as running naked through a patch of drywall insulation.

But I digress.....my dad was always one of those big Churchy types. He's straight off the boat from Italy, so the majority of my Sunday's involved me getting up at the crack of dawn to go sit in a stuffy room with a bunch of stuffy people sitting there listening to a guy blab on about not having sex before marriage. NO THANKS.

So when I hit 18, I firmly put my foot down and said, No more church. I decided to "Do good" in other ways. So after university, I got a job at a crisis shelter, and volunteered at a soup kitchen. But I still managed to make it to church every Christmas and Easter, and I collectively became what is now known as a "Chreaster" church goer. HOWEVER, one fateful year, Christmas eve happened to fall on a Monday. And since my family was going to church at 5pm, I decided that since it conflicted with my obligations at the soup kitchen, I was going to go to my volunteer position instead. I think God would have been happier that I was feeding the homeless rather than sit in some stuffy building, with stuffy people, listen to a guy blab on about no sex before marriage. LOL

My dad proceeded to be mad at me until Easter, when I had a chance to redeem myself and go to church....but I didnt go then either...and havent gone since. I am of the mindset that says "who says I have to go sit in a building one hour a week to prove that I believe something"....If sitting in a building proves that you believe in something, then I wonder what going to the movies proves you believe in.....or the theater....or school....or your job. Dont those places count for something? ANYTHING??? What if someone has a picture of Jesus up at your desk? Is it as good as going to church?

But I digress again....the entire point of this post was to share with the world, that i'm no longer grouchy, as shopping cured me, and I got all my x-mas shopping done and out of the way with. Yay me!