I've always said "nothing shows you care like cloak-and-dagger detective work." Or at least I'll start saying that, now.

It wasn't as big of deal as I made it into, (I was upset at the time, obviously, and I'm much more relaxed, now that I'm done with my xmas shopping and it's been a few days), but thanks guys.

I believe I'm done with my xmas shopping. At least, I bought everything I needed to for my family, because we celebrate xmas on Christmas eve. I've got plenty of new material goods to enjoy, now, which, along with going to church, has put me in a better mood.

My religious ramblings yesterday aside, I like the pomp and ritual of a Catholic mass. It's been such a part of my life growing up that whenever I go, it's like… like everything is normal again, I guess. Even not wanting to go is part of the tradition, and I certainly did not want to go, although I understood that I had to, of course.

I was actually a Eucharistic minister, which is a big deal and also something that busybody church ladies force on unsuspecting teenagers every xmas. That was interesting. After church I was in a better mood, like I said, from the weight of tradition and all, so now I'm watching Josh (my youngest brother) play The Simpson's Road Rage, which is probably the worst game on X-Box.

But then again, it's an X-Box, so I'm not about to complain. In any case, I've got new books to read and such, so later.