Because I’m an Insatiable Asshole

Aldi already has the Lebkuchen out. The Christstollen is stacked next to it. It’s mid-September and Christmas has already begun in the discount aisle, so fine—I’ll play along. Here’s my list.

Final Fantasy IV on the DS, which I keep saying I’ll buy and keep not buying. Today. I mean it. A new camera—a friend has a Casio compact she swears by, fast and reliable, the kind that actually produces a usable shot—and I want one. The Wii, officially for the fitness stuff, actually for Super Smash Bros. Brawl and Zelda. One of the new iPods, in whatever color someone else picks for me, because left to my own devices I’ll deliberate for a week and choose wrong.

But those are the bonus items. What I actually want—really, genuinely want—is to move into my new apartment already and throw a proper party. And one of the new MacBooks that are supposedly coming soon. There’s a student discount I qualify for, which means I’d be an idiot not to. I’m going to be smart about this one for once.