You Ruined Christmas.

I really should update this thing more often. However, there hasn't been much to talk about lately. I've not read any books, listened to many new CDs (I bought Beck's 'Sea Change' which is a complete sea-change in direction for him, being more mellow and country than sampled and hip-hop. It's good though. Somehow manages to keep making its way into my CD player.) or watched any films. (Although I did watch Dead Poets Society. I'm not sure, but I don't think I liked it. Direct all hate-mail for this and other reviews to you_know_nothing@bobbikk.co.uk) So yes, I've been boring and done a lot of work instead. Ok, that's a lie, I've just been very boring.

Anyway, it's coming up to Christmas and like many, at the start of December I decided to try and bring a bit of the Christmas spirit into my life. I went out, and bought decorations for my room (which I haven't put up yet) and my flatmate bought us a tree for our front room (Johnny Depp is the angel on the top. What? Don't give me that look...) and finally I decided to indulge my sweet tooth and buy myself an advent calendar (preferably Johnny Depp themed. No, really stop looking at me like that now).

Except, no advent calendar hands upon my wall. In the 8 days of advent that have passed up 'til now not one piece of crappy probably-dropped-on-the-factory-floor chocolate that somehow always turns that ever so slightly disgusting white colour at the edges, has been removed from the easily breakable yet sometimes almost impenetrable cardboard doors of an overpriced cardboard box. No picture behind said chocolate has been revealed to make me say "A picture of a ninja*! Wait. What the hell has that got to do with Christmas?" before ranting about this little slice of ignorance and sacrilege to everyone I meet for the next week. As well as posting it on this blog (seriously, check my old blog, there's one on there from last year.)

I am not happy. I was one day late for buying it. ONE. I'm sorry that I couldn't get to the shops before the first of December, but that obviously means that I cannot spend an extortionate piece of tat, that sad as I am to admit it makes me just that little bit more happy. Why don't all the shops in town just put a giant sign above their doors saying 'WE DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY, WE'LL JUST TAKE YOUR DREAMS INSTEAD!"

What has this world come to when a grown man cannot buy himself an advent calendar to satisfy his childish whims just because he was a day late? Oh well, I guess at least this way I'm non-conformist and cool. I'm still a little dead inside though.

Bobbikk

(*Geeky though this may be, in the pirates vs. ninja's debate, I side firmly with the pirates. Just thought I'd clear that up for you.)