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Christmas was interesting, to say the least. My brother has no control over his drinking, and, because of this, became the drunk at the family shindigs. Yes, ‘shindigs’ is plural because it happened more than once. It's embarrassing, really. I mean, last night we were all telling him to be careful about his choice drinking because of my father being the alcoholic that he was. But, as always, he shrugged it all off. My mom wants him to phone my aunts house to apologise for acting like an ass.

My brother's obnoxious behaviour aside, it hasn't been that bad. My cousin broke out the sambuca and wanted us all to take small shots from it. Man, I don't remember sambuca tasting that good, but I digress. On Christmas Eve my uncle could not stop staring at me, and it was making me extremely uncomfortable. My mom said it's probably because he doesn't understand my faggy-status. This is what irks me: people don't accept homosexuality because they don't understand it. The gay community doesn't care if anyone understands it; the fact of the matter is they just want people to accept it. Society has been accepting things with out fully understanding it (read: religion, science) and yet people won't accept homosexuality because they don't understand. Bah, I say. I want to know who in their right mind decided that homosexuality was a bad thing. It's been around for ever, and yet someone took it upon themselves to preach that it's wrong. That person probably didn't comprehend it.

What else… I had a pseudo-nightmare that turned into a really hott sex dream. The nightmare portion consisted of me studying through my exam and me panicking. The sexy part was as follows: I was running to the exam and bumped into an old friend who was ridiculously sexy. (Think Patrick Fugit sexy...I'm not even exaggerating). Anyways, somehow the conversation of underwear came up, and he wanted to show me his...and to do this, he thought it'd be nice to take off his shirt. Yeah, needless to say sexiness ensued. *drools*

Scott was awesome to phone me yesterday to wish me a Merry Christmas--and then we ended up talking for just over an hour. Ah, I miss that boy so much.

I've also had some really heart-to-heart talks with my mom...I've always been able to get along with her, despite how she tends to drive me up the wall. Ah, I love her.

Now this is just becoming a disjointed entry, chalk full of rambling...so I shall bid you good day, and hope your holidays are going swimmingly.