*Insert Fangirl Squeal Here*

"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas,
Only a hippopotamus will do,
Don't want a doll,
No dinky tinker toy,
Only a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy."

"Hippopotamus for Christmas"
-Gayla Peevey

"'Cause I feel like killing myself for Christmas,
I never got along real well with my mom or dad,
Yeah, I feel like killing myself for Christmas,
It'll be the best, the best, the best Christmas they ever had."

"Killing Myself For Christmas"
-Sick Puppies

BEST. CHRISTMAS SONGS. EVER. Here they are:
Hippopotamus For Christmas 
Killing Myself For Christmas

Oh my gosh, so much has happened since I last posted, my almost sort-of imaginary friends! The concert in Detroit was epically awesome, my friend's Christmas party was an emotional roller coaster, I got a Duncan Keith sweater and tickets to last Sunday's game, which rocked beyond words, and my boy Dunc even scored a goal! WOOT! That, and I'm going absolutely insane with boredom, I have to find presents for mom, dad, grandpa and Shortie and I have to finish the Christmas parody for Christmas Eve. *Inhales and exhales* I'll start at the beginning. 


Okay, so I got to skip school to be stuck in a car with my mom on the way up to Detroit for four and a half hours. You can imagine how fun that was, I'm sure, considering earlier that week we got into a huge fight over what else but Glee. (On a side note, they repealed Don't Ask Don't Tell! Yay!) Anyway, I didn't talk to her for three days, and she did all but chain me to my bed with a slice of bread and a glass of water. She even threatened to take away my concert, so I sucked it up and apologized. Anyway, after we got up there, we stood in line for over two and a half hours, since we had GA tickets, and I quite literally couldn't feel my feet. I was egging on some seniors from a high school nearby by making fun of the Redwings (The Hawks' archrivals from Detroit) who we were playing in the Mad (Madhouse on Madison, aka the United Center) later that day. (We beat them 4-1.) Also, standing near us were two girls from all the way up in the U.P. who drove 8 hours just to see MCR. My mom didn't realize one of them was a girl until later, when she freaked because they were obviously dating. Fun times.:-D 


Anyway, the concert started off slowly with Middle Class Rut, who was okay, but their music sounded the same to me, like I couldn't distinguish on song from the next. Then, on came SICK PUPPIES!!!!! WOOT! Their first songs were epic, but then my dear beloved Shim decides to shake it up a bit...


"I want you to put your hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you, I don't care if you hate that person, I don't care if they smell like piss. They probably should. This is a rock 'n roll concert." 


Yeah, he really said that. And then we had the craziest bounce-off this side of the universe has ever seen. It was insane. After that, a bunch of drunk dudes started moshing their way to the front, causing the entire, tightly packed crowd to start swaying, which started to get scary. Some doofus even grabbed my butt. I did what Duncan Keith would do and elbowed him on his right cheekbone hard enough to make him go down (I doubt Dunc has ever had his butt grabbed, but you get the point). And he did. It made me feel good. But then the real chaos started. You could see holes in the crowd if you looked around where people fell and had taken people down with them. Then a crowd surfer fell near me, and both my mother and I got sucked into a hole that had formed. People stumbled backward and fell on top of me, and I was kicked and stepped on and was scared of something getting broken. Eventually, I just started screaming and someone dug me out of the pile, pulling me up and pretty much saving my life. It was crazy. I still have bruises all over. After their set, my mom dragged me out by my hair, considering that 90% of the people in there were there to see MCR, and if they were that crazy for Sick Puppies, they would be 90% worse for MCR. They weren't, simply because the second the lead singer, Gerard Way, got onstage, he told the crowd they needed to calm down because they didn't want someone getting hurt. Aw, how sweet. Sick Puppies want us to die. Oh well, I still like them better. 


After the show, we went back to our 4-star hotel room with a view of the entire city (mom freaked out and bought the best room she could find since it IS Detroit, the armpit of the world. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a Hawks fan. Okay, maybe I am) and ordered crappy pizza and fries literally served on a silver platter. It was epic. They also have the best beds in Detroit. Who knew, right? But our pizza is still the best in the world. 


The ride back the next day was decent, considering I slept through most of it. (Since i was a little kid, I've always fallen asleep really easily in the car, and it's never gone away...) But when I got back, I had to go to the @%#@$^$# Family Christmas Party at my stepdad's parent's house. I've said it before and I'll say it again: yay, in-laws. Fun, right? It wasn't that bad, considering I got a Hawks sweatshirt as a present and got to leave early to have my dad take me to a party. My friend was having a Christmas party, yes, and everyone showed up. I was still an hour late, however, and my friends have always made fun of me for being late, so this wasn't helping. I had an awesome time, except for the fact that my best friend started talking about him and another good friend joining the Marines/army when they got out of high school. Considering Tim, it freaked me out considerably, so much so that I made him promise me that he'll at the very least do his research and check out all his options before doing anything stupid. He then gave me a hug, and that was that.  


Day three: I went to brunch with my dad's girlfriend, my dad, Shortie (my little sister) and my grandpappy, which is always fun, but was even more fun because my dad's girlfriend got both Shortie and me a present. Hers was at-shirt, Blackhawks of course, and mine was a Dunc sweater (jersey) and tickets to that game!! EEP!! (The sweaters are close to $150 and she bought it herself, which was impressive.) I almost choked on my Dr Pepper, which is not as easy as you might think it is. 


Long story short, we went to the game and it was awesome until the last four minutes when the drunk dude next to us barfed and we had barf-smell wafting towards us for the rest of the game. (He was an LA Kings fan, if that says anything. Man, I'm just hating on everywhere today.) In any case, we beat the Kings 3-2, and Dunc scored a goal, which just made the whole thing that much better. I'm going to bed now, considering it's late and I get to chill with my old man tomorrow all day since he has the day off. So yes. Bye.


Love always, 
Sarah Snarky