Wednesday, December 29, 2004

If you are feeling snubbed because I didn't get you a Christmas gift or card, don't fret. It's either because I didn't get you one, or I'm waiting until the Official Rory Observation of Christmas.

Traditionally, in my family (at least when I was younger) Christmas was primarily celebrated on the first day before we had to go back to school. This is due to the countless school vacations spent at my father's. On a side note, I blame this time for my lack of athletic skill: having preventing me from participating in any team sports league in which my friends were participating and which seasons span any of our three primary school breaks. But to the point, we would get home on the last day of vacation and celebrate with the rest of the family who were also spending their vacation with their estranged mothers or fathers.

It was actually kind of nice. We got good deals on our presents and avoided most holiday rush in any of our normal shopping. I will still honor December 25th as the day of my Savior's birth, but for the most part, my gift giving bonanza will take place the first Sunday after New Year's, or whenever I see you next; whichever is more convenient for me.

  Wednesday, December 15, 2004

About two months ago they opened up a new Taco Bell next to the Learning Center. Coincedently I've been on the Bean Burrito Especial Diet for roughly the same amount of time. This TB is also amazing to me because it's the only one, as far as I know, that actually employees those of Mexican descent.

Shortly after opening thier doors, my Sant Sense kicked in and I realized that I could take full advantage of thier free refill policy. On my desk I have four plastic Taco Bell cups (none purchased by me) that I alternate in taking over and replenish my supplies of Sierra Mist and Cherry Coke.

They know I do it, everyone knows I do it, I've done it five times a day, every day, for the last eight weeks. The kids look up to me, the teachers consider me a bad role model, I have no idea what the employees serving up my burrito thought... until today.

For the first time they decided to say something to me. After ording my items off the value menu, she asked me sarcasticly, "You don't want large drink with that?" I gave her an odd look, then she asked me how long I've had that and then just started giggling. I was proud, I've beat the system, I'm on the inside, I'm above the law: the people who threaten to tell on me can go right ahead.