The world did not end. Obviously. But I enjoyed the countdown. After I got home from work, I finally hooked up my PS2 and played FFXII until it was almost time. Watched a few minutes of news to make sure there was no planet-altering event and then I fell into bed.
I've been playing my video games a lot lately, actually. Well, since the whole end-of-the-world thing at least. And not like, "gamer a lot" but like a "me a lot." The next night after work, I logged another hour or so on the game and then yesterday, I met my friend Ashley for lunch/dinner and she gave me my Christmas gift: Final Fantasy XIII-2. I'd been telling myself that that was going to be my reward for finishing XIII (which I'm having a hard time getting through on account of the lack of opportunities to grind/explore and the completely open map in my file on FFXII). So I played that yesterday for almost two hours (which is a considerable amount since I won't play it when either parent is downstairs and they were both home all day yesterday), and then today, after Sunday dinner, I convinced both my parents to go upstairs and I played for another hour or two.
So far, I really like my new game. I've been avoiding finding out too much about it (in order to avoid temptation, avoid knowledge *wink*) but now that I have it... The more I learn about it, the more excited I get. Unfortunately, one of the things I've learned about it is that my brothers bought the game for me as well. Oops! So I've been dropping heavy hints about how I'd really like to try out Persona 3 as well. I think (hope?) they got the message. I'll find out tomorrow when we open our one present after the Christmas Eve Service.
Bit of minor drama about that, too. And while I'm not participating, I can't say I'm not at least a little annoyed with Jake. My little brother agreed to do a musical offering at the 11pm service without talking to anyone else. If Jake has to be there, well then Mom has to be there, too. Heaven forbid she miss Jake playing his ukulele in the worship band. But Dad (and I, although I'm not saying anything) was wanting to go to the "flashlight - candle lit" family service at 5:30. If you can't have your own kids or grandkids to watch enjoy the holiday, other people's are the next best thing. So then, my mom started talking about going to 2 services, which everyone but mom thinks is a bit excessive, even if Pastor did promise there was a different sermon for each service. And all this happened because Jacob didn't think to TALK to anyone before committing himself to something as important as a Christmas Eve service. We've only done the midnight service 2 or 3 times, so it's not like it's something we do every year and he should have called or texted someone because everyone else knew Dad wanted to go to the 5:30. Enough family drama.
I have decided I really hate this whole mid-season break thing. I finally have time to watch TV and, after catching up on the few weeks I missed, there's nothing to watch! Does that make any sense? And I'm really trying to reign in my spending, so no Smallville for now, either!
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