they say that writing your thoughts down are just one way to cope with stress. aside from crying and killing people, that the source i heard this from mentions, i felt blogging would be the most promising means for me.

i've been busy like a donkey for these past few days. i mean youd think that i would take some time off to just relax for a minute, considering that finals are done, but i don't and i cant..and frankly, i dont want to.
i haven't started Christmas shopping yet, which is probably gonna burn me in the ass when it really boils down to me driving my ass to the mall and getting something.
related to that, i was at the club monaco outlet last nite after work (car survey, not mexx) and i noticed, aside from the sweet-ass sales, that they're hiring - so colin, or rj, if you're still interested in finding some viable means of making cabbage, then there's an opportunity, if youre interested. back to me working hard, i called my manager yesterday and opened up my schedule for full time status concerning next week. that means im available from open to close during the week leading up to Christmas; that also means imma have the opportunity to make a killing in there. then again, that also means i currently have no idea how on God's green earth im supposed to find time to shop for everyone.
it's all good though, us men like to go into malls with a gameplan - we know what we want; go in; infiltrate the location of our desired object(s); extract the object; and get the hell out of there. it's like socom or even halo..except we usually dont blow someone's brains out all over the surrounding walls in a pulpy, crimson frenzy.
ever notice that? i've been shopping with girls and frankly, i dunno how you do it. for me, i just go in, do my thing and get the hell out of there...in the male mind, it's like we feel the mall is gonna collapse or explode at any moment.; maybe a swarm of small children might come herding towards us like a group antelope; maybe some psychotic-cracked up terrorist will put a lethal toxin in the venitlation system...whatever the case... and when that goes down, we'd rather be at home sleeping..or watching a boxing match...or even scratching our butts.
aside from stressing over Christmas, i was at church this past weekend after a 2 wk absence. there were a few changes. for one, aside from the portugese or south american priests who usually lead the mass, this weekend's preist was filipino! ive been to one mass where the priest was filipino..but in that case, he was talking fluent filipino throughout..and/or he had a really thick accent that even i couldnt decipher. this guy however, was very well spoken, had a light accent and really made a point about stressing over Christmas. now i can't quote him exactly, but in conclusion, shortly and sweetly to the point, he said that jesus is the reason for the season.
which is true. if you did not know, "Christmas" really means "Christ's Mass" (which really infuriates me when motherfuckers take the shortcut and write Xmas - that's like cutting out your whole name. fuck that, that is cutting out your whole name..that's like me writing 'Xson'..wtf happend to the "ja" part??..the jay part is 90% of the whole effect of my name! ugh!).
i remember getting one of my friends a gift one year for Christmas; i should also state that she's an athiest. she goes, "you don't have to get me a gift, i'm athiest, i dont celebrate Christmas". i replied, "i know i dont have to get you a gift,; nobody has to get anyone anything; but i wanted to. besides, im catholic, and i just happen to celebrate Christmas".
no shit, you (athiests) don't celebrate Christmas..i do..and i include everyone into the season because for fuck's sake..i do celebrate it. so if youre one of those athiests or muslims or scientologists..or anyone who doesnt observe this great holiday of ours..then imma tell you, it's all good! it doesnt matter to me...im still celebrating it on my part..and im still including y'all in my joy and holiday cheer...pass me the Christmas lights, homeboys and homegirls.
well friday's already here tomorrow...that means my long annual planning of dinner with 20 of my closest friends is to go down. that also means, for some reason, that im gonna have to come out of my 3 week retirement from clubbing - as rocky's gf's friend or some other reason totally unrelated to me, means i should join everyone. besides, these past 2 weeks were killer. i need a glass of scotch - something to burn the 5 hairs off my chest..but kids, i am in no way, shape or form, promoting alcohol use..know this. well, that was a moderately-lengthed entry..i still never did that long ass entry that i promised i'd do once i officially came back to doing 'real' posts. oh well, guess you just might never get that. also, my internet might go down at any minute, so if you dont hear or see me for awhile..and/or if this is your only means of knowing what's going on with me..then youre screwed. youre gonna probably think i was attacked by a south-pacific tribe of cannibals..which might not be totally out of the question.

with love from kabul,
Xson

p.s. i know you comic nerds read this..(yes this means you)
so here's a link that you might wanna check out.
this 6am therapeutic/anti-insomnia post is defunct. proper.