I am in Starbucks

is kinda cool doing the internet in a public place. Every now and then I just assume somebody's looking over my shoulder and write something to let him know I'm on to him. That means you, blonde dude. Merry Christmas. There's also a kid behind me complaining about how they've been shopping all day and his dad's reprimanding him.

One thing I can actually say that I like about Canada is that all the music I hear in the stores are songs that I like. First thing playing when i walked into the supermarket was Enter Sandman, followed by some Bon Jovi and right now there's a certain Corinne Bailey Rae song playing in the backgound at Sudo Starbucks. Other than that, my hot chocolate's cold and I'm waiting for my mom to finish shopping so i can go back and play ODST on the 360 back at the house.

Funny thing about playing shooters is that when you play more than one within the span of a couple of games, you mix up the controls and start chucking frags when you want to reload in Modern Warfare; or go epileptic with your gun when you're trying to crouch in Halo; or zooming in when you're trying to lob a grenade in Borderlands. Or forgetting that the fucking ODSTs can't sprint for some reason and start crouching like a spaz. Can't these games just agree on one scheme? Bastards. At least let us customize our controls, 2K.

Anyway, I think I've done enough bitching posts within the past few days, being morbidly unhappy while in this country. Enough bitching has been done, now it's Christmas and I shall be happy. Finding presents is always tough for me cause I insist that I get my friends something I think would be a cool present, of which there are only a few. Gneh. There was a dreamcatcher on sale next door, I think I might get that. Dreamcatchers are cool, right?