I suck at waiting

Why is it not December yet? Seriously, I need some time off. Of course, by 13.00 tomorrow I'll be off for a week in honour, supposedly, of immigrants in the 17th century surviving a year or a winter or something by killing the natives who lived in this country after taking advantage of learning how to NOT DIE. This holiday is about America's obsession with food, let's face it, as well as Christmas Part 1.

I'm also still waiting on a call— any call— from one of the places I applied for a job. Maybe it's just that I applied to become a wage-slave for huge corporations (yeah, I'm ashamed of me too) but I would think that you'd want to hire and train new employees sometime before the week of Black Friday. But maybe that's just me.

This year isn't the first year that I haven't wanted anything but music, essentially, but it is the first year that my father said that not wanting big is a good thing. I hate that the economy sucks and that there have been a lot of expenses lately, but even more I hate hearing about it. As far as I know, I'm the only of his children to whom he talks— at length— about money issues. True, both of my brothers have moved out and my sister is the youngest, but I don't want to be stuck in the position of fucked-up middle child.

And just because I'm bored, I'll write out the things I really want for Christmas, but won't be putting on my list:
-World Peace
-end to World Hunger
-that purple Japanese-made stratocaster in the music store by my house
-Zack Merrick (or any sexy talented guy, really)
-money contributed to my concert-ticket fund
-money contributed to my tattoo fund
-more music (because I can't get enough and it's personal to me, dammit)

/emo. God, I'm a whiner.