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Jewish Christmas Eve!


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Yesterday I woke with cold sweats from a wacky nightmare. Usually I’m a lucid dreamer. I’m self aware that I’m dreaming and can have a minor conversation even while sleeping. Dreaming for me is like watching a movie. Literally. Theres a little me ala the gang from MST3K and my dreams unfold on a movie screen sort of thing. I trained myself to dream this way mainly because as a little kid I had night terrors every night for like 2-3 years straight. Not good. Not a good way to kick off the day either.

 Played a little FFXII, baked some breads, bought some cheeses and then I sort of begrudgingly made the 100 mile journey to Wilmar, MN to visit relatives for Christmas.

Now, I know what you’re saying. “Alex, aren’t you supposed to be Jewish? You have a Bubbe and everything!” Well, this is true, but my father’s side of the family are Luthern’s and they always ask me to come. I agree about once every three years because I’m not really a family hangout kinda guy. I’m not a black sheep. Not by any means, but I’m always feel under a microscope there. Plus, with no real cruelty meant towards them, my whole gimmicky schtick of “Minnesotans are inbred retarded hillbillies with Down Syndrome” with my readers probably started from my comparing my Midwestern residing relatives to the East Coast friends and family I had. I don’t feel the same way now, but as a little kid, oh my was there a distinct different in class, income, and style.

I get there and everyone’s like “OMG! HBK IN THA HOUSE!” Hugs, handshakes and then I was basically put on the spot for 30-45 minutes to talk about what i’ve bene up to. I can’t tell you how much I hate that sort of thing. It feels like I’m doing a monologue of nothing but bragging. I know I’m a pretty cocky and egotistical guy, but I prefer my actions to do the “Hey! I’m fucking great” rather than me espousing to people that I am. I’ve never been a talker about myself. Blogger, yes. talker no :-P

Other than that, it was okay. Nothing painful or embarassing, as usually happens. Jen called and she managed to save me from family crap for about tne minutes until they attempted to harrass and embarass me into family board game time. Oy. Thankfully I only had to play for like 30 minutes before Stephanie and Castle arrived.We then speant most of the night talking to each other.

I’m not even going to talk Christmas eve dinner/snacking aside from the fact my food was wolfed down within 15-20 minutes of me bringing it while cocktail weenies and fuzzy chicken wings is not my idea of a repast. Still, they liked it and I’m a food snob. Very different tastes which shows from for upbringing I suppose.

Then came 3 hours of present opening. Everyone sits in a circle and then you go around the circle opening a present one by one until everyone is done. Now when I was a tiny child this was great. It was why I’d visit these relatives for Christmas. I got awesome presents! Christmas was the incarnation of greed for me, and I suppose that’s true for all children. Then of course I got into my “OMG! Christianity is evil and caused the crusades and the Pope supported Hitler and blah blah blah” phase for a couple years as tweener. Nowadays of course I’m mature enough to know it’s the people and how they individually treat and espouse their religion that matters and not the overall stereotype. Of course, I’ve gone from the greedy little kid who got like a dozen transformers every year (Ultra Magnus! Woot!)_ to a person that really tries to keep his material possessions to a minimum. On the 23rd I sold about 30 DVD’s and 200 CD’s simply because I was like “Oh, I don’t need this many. Time to chuck.” My parents are both pack rats and I’m the opposite, so now Christmas equates in my brain to, “TOO MUCH CRAP IN MY HOME!”

After present opening, they got ahold of a few of the magazines and articles I’ve written and passed them around. Flattering but embarassing at the same time. I will say this, in the last issue of Pokemon magazine (which they all pronounce Pokemans) I wrote have the issue. Holy crap!

Then at 10:30pm, they went to church and Steph, Castle, and I decided to drive back down to the Cities. Although they live in LA, they have a home in Victoria they are trying to sell because hey, their feelings on Minnesota are the same as mine when I’m not playing up the whole HBK gimmick: Decent place, very developed artsy music scene, good below average sized city to raise kids in, but just really doesn’t mesh well with our lifestyles and interests. (what can I say? New Blog = far less pressure to be in Subcultural Icon mode 24/7)

We got back about 1am. Stephanie wants me to come for Xmas dinner at her place tonight, but I’d rather it just be her, Castle, and her brother Scott and Shae. Nuclear family sort of thing. Besides, I’m not Christian and Christmas isn’t a holiday I actively think of until someone brings it up. It’s a time for those where the holiday means something.

That’s pretty much it. I’ll end up putting a more personal and introspective post in my Myspace about family and my background with it. It’s only on Myspace simply because I can’t friend’s only post in this blog, where I can there and I’d rather have personal stuff open to a select few and not everyone who has remotely heard of me (Say oh, vampire hunters?)

Anyway, have a great Christmas people!

CURRENT MOOD: Indifferent

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