As much as I dislike my mom's boyfriend, Cristian (5 yr old awesome nephew) just told him:

"Joe, I love you, Joe" while they were talking. 
AWWW!!! Cristian is such sweet little boy!!

Merry Christmas Eve!!  Today was craziness at Banana Republic.  There were sooo many men that came into Banana Republic asking me what they should get their wives.  This is the conversation I had many, many, many times today.

Customer:  Hi, I need to find something for my wife?

Me:  Well, do you know what size she is?

Customer:  No...

Me:  Well, what kind of colors does she wear?

Customer:  Not sure...

Customer:  So, what would you suggest I get her?

A husband that will buy her present more than one day in advance!  What do these men do for their wives' anniversaries and birthdays...I can only imagine.  Either way, it was cute.  All the clueless men wandering around the women's section.  This, my friends, is why I love my job.  It's genuinely fun to help people pick out clothes and gifts.  My coworkers are awesome also. 

Okay, so last night my mom and I dyed my hair red.  I made the mistake of letting my mom do it, who is used to only dying her roots...so I have a red scalp...and that's about it.  Hopefully, the dye will come off of my head tonight.  But other than that...there's no real change.  I'm done wrapping everyone's presents and I can't wait for the sweet sound of...my 10 nieces and nephews shrieking in excitement...all at the same time...as loud as possible.  Until tomorrow...I can only dream.  Right.

So my 3 mile hike to work concluded with...9 hours of work.  Damn, my feet are tired.  Anyways, no homicidal thoughts today about Mom's live-in loser.  Yay!  Just happy ones other people and gifts.  I have no idea how I'm going to do my Christmas shopping...no car and all...someone asked me for stainless steel cookware...WTF...anyways.  Yeah, so apparently Ken from West Covina (Hummer dealer) called the apartment for Peter wondering what kind of Hummer Peter wanted.  All I responded is "interesting..." and Ken was like, "Does Peter even want a Hummer???"  I said I didn't know...but I was biting my tongue as usual.  I wanted to be like...well, maybe if all his debt magically went away, he could keep a job for more than 8 months, and a Hummer didn't cost more than his full year's income, but since that's clearly not the case, no.  But no, I took the high rode.  What a fucker (meaning Peter, Ken was very polite).  Anyways.  I have work tomorrow from noon to 6...damn, I'm really not going to get a chance to shop.  Mom won't either.  It really sucks that Peter gets the cell and the car and my Mom and I can't do jack shit.  Oh well, Mom's choices.  C'est la vie (or however it goes).  Anyways, so there's this customer at Banana Republic and she just keeps talking.  That's it.  She just won't shut up.  She tells everyone her life's story.  I want to be like "Shhh...just for a moment while I work."  But she's really nice.  But really lady, be quiet.  She also just goes to like 6 different Banana Republics everyday, looks at the same shit in each store, puts different shit on hold, returns it later, then talks about what she has on hold at each store with the sales associates from the other 5 stores.  It's amazing the way people think that their clothing really matters that fucking much.  It could be worse, though...like, I could be in school right now.  Ugh.  I'm so not ready to go back.  I just want to be done and graduate already.  Start my life.  Stop not being in control of what's going on.  Anyways, I bought a bunch of stuff for myself today, but it was all insanely cheap...so I don't feel that guilty...okay fine, I do.  But I won't return it, dammit!  You can't make me!...

Yeah I'm pretty sure my paycheck goes in a circle...from Banana Republic straight back into Banana Republic...oh Sisyphus...how your immortal struggle parallels my epic battle with cute, on-sale clothing.  Will we ever learn?

Nawwww.

Okay, Peter is driving me CRAZY.  How on earth did she pick him?  No for real, my own mother, picking probably the worst most repulsive human being to force me to live with.  Today, I finally told him that he needs to shut the door when he goes to the bathroom.  Totally disgusting-- what's wrong with him?  He's not my stepdad, he's not my friend, therefore I should not have to listen to him piss and fart.  Oh yes, I love how when PETER get's a job, he get's mom's cell phone and mom's car, so Mom gets to take the bus to work, and I have to walk.  Quick note about how my day sucked:  walked 3 miles uphill to work only to realize I misread schedule.  And yes, I did burst into tears.  On the other hand, my grandmother and my Tito Ed are here from the Philippines.  Tito Ed suggested that he might be able to get me enrolled in UP (University of the Philippines-- and a very good university at that) for a program to tour the Philippines so I can learn the language and the culture.  That makes me happy.  I have to go Christmas shopping tomorrow.  Yay big Gap Inc. discount.  Holy shit, have you ever noticed how female newscasters are insanely hot and male newscasters mostly not?  What's up with that?