Happy suicide season, ladies and gentlemen! I trust you all had nice holidays, embraced by your family and loved ones, huddled up by the christmas tree, opening your presents... Ahh. This holiday is SO me. It's just so me, it's not even funny.

Having torn through the wrappings on my christmas presents to reveal all sorts of assorted xmas goodies, my careful calculations tell me that I either broke even or came out slightly in profit. Of course you have to write off the kids, money wasted on them is obviously money lost forever but that's just the kind of thing you have to deal with during this joyous season of giving. 'Tis the spirit of the season, as they say. Although I'm not entirely sure that that's exactly what they meant, but I digress.

Oh, and I do believe that weeks upon weeks ago when I last blogged here I promised some kind of update on how I did on my test. Well... there are many ways to look at it really, but if I may pick the irish way of saying it for clarification, I'll say "utter shite". That's right. The intellectual lord that is I hath faileth a testeth. But shh, you can't tell anyone. I have been instructed by La Familia to keep my academic demise under wraps. We are not above lying.

Also, I think that the Top Gun thing is dead and buried. I got so caught up in worrying about whether he liked me or not that I didn't really give myself a moment's pause to wonder whether I wanted anything to do with him. It seems that I can just be handed anyone and given that he is completely vague about where his head is at, I will become completely obsessed with the whole situation no matter what just because I am so concerned with how I'm coming off. I don't even think about who this guy even is, I just know that I must get him otherwise he must have hated me, which is an impossible development. And after all my relentless obsessing, he went away for a week and I found that I barely gave a thought to him at all. Which is never promising. So now he probably doesn't like me and I most likely don't like him either, which kind of takes all point and purpose out of pursuing things any further. We still talk but... well. Blah. You know the deal. We're basically both just talking to be polite at this point.

Interestingly enough, here's my romantic horoscope for the week:

You can't force someone love you. Back off if you haven't been able to make it to first base with someone you like. Sometimes playing hard to get is the answer. Don't rule out that there are other fish in the sea.

So, romantic pursuits lost and others gained. Once one door closes, another one soon opens letting in the next flood of confusion and utter disappointment. I can't wait. Can you?

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!