It's official I am Time magazine's Man of the Year

The cat is out of the bag, we all knew it would happen sooner or later, I am officialy Time Magazine's Person of the Year. I get to join the ranks of Hitler (1938), Miss Wallis Warfield Simpson (1936), the Hungarian Freedom Fighter (1956), and Twenty-five and Under (1966).

In accepting this award it means I must return to the US, which I will be doing in 8 days, or on Christmas. Hell the BBC even thought about interviewing me about this. I was stopped on the street yesterday by a reporter who asked if I spoke English (this was great because he thought I was French). He said he was from the BBC doing interviews (he had all of the official equipment, etc and looked quite funny standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk). I said that I could speak a little. He then asked where I was from and after telling him he said he needed French people.

X-Mas Presents

So my family plays a game each year at Christmas, a game that I love. My mom's side of the family gather and instead of buying presents for everyone we each buy one "good gift" and one "bad gift". We then get in a big circle with the presents wrapped in the middle. The oldest person goes first and chooses a present and unwraps it. We then draw a name to see who goes next. That person can then either choose a gift out of the middle and unwrap it, or he can take the a previously unwrapped present and give the person he took it from a present out of the middle. This continues until everyone has gone once and then the oldest person who started gets to decide if she (my grandma) wants to keep the present she has at that time or switch it with someone elses. It is good fun. We play it twice, once with good gifts or gifts that have some utility to them to everyone, and once with bad gifts, or really funny ones. And we can only spend a combined total of $20 on both gifts.

In past years these have been the bad gifts that I have put into the middle:
Fox Urine (apparently hunters use it or something)
A 70's Marching Band Uniform (in a really horrible off-red color)
A photo of me (ha Arbusto you aren't the only one who makes fun of me, I also make fun of me....oh wait that isn't a good thing)

So this year I think I am going to give a gift certificate that is good for 1 diamond. Yep an actual diamond. The catch is to claim it they must go to Crater of Diamonds State Park in Arkansas and dig for it themselves. Expenses not paid.

Going Crazy

Well I have been crazy for some years, but it is just getting worse of late. Two days ago I had an, "Oh Shit" moment when I realized in May I need to find a job and have no prospects at the moment. So what did I do? Looked at other schools of course. I am not wanting to be a professional student but the Tuft's Fletcher School's Master in Law and Diplomacy looks extremely interesting. Plus you can't go wrong with its location. The only drawback is I would have to rush an application becaue they are do January 15. That means do the application, write the essays, get recommendations, and take the GRE all in a 20 day time span. Then there is that whole "money" aspect. Both of how will I pay for it and I want to start earning money.