Sunday, 25 December 2011

Naina Hvitr

Ah... Merry Christmas!

I'm a little sad that its Christmas day already. There's so much build up to this day, ya know? It starts in like mid November, and soon the lights are put up, candy canes are everywhere as well as Christmas sales, and then the music... Reindeer sweaters, hot chocolate, cozy snuggling days, ginger bread/cookie making.. All of which I love.. These things add up!

Then it's today.
And it's done.

Still, there's Boxing Day sales tomorrow. Oh, but wait! I'm broke!
Next year, I think I'm gonna try going down the home-made presents road.

Another thing that's a little upsetting... It hasn't snowed. Wasn't it supposed to snow shit loads here this year? That's what people were saying. But nooooo. No fucking snow.

Anywhoo, Christmas Eve was nice.. Watched Miracle on 34th Street after dinner, I have never 'Awww!'ed so much in my life. In the morning I was over at Gray's place until 1:30ish, that mainly consisted of trying to watch Diary of the Dead, but we had to stop 'cause the acting was so bad.. So we watched Breaking Bad instead. That was pretty good. We also had some delicious bagels, and I took LG pics with his dad! Yayy!!!

Back to today.
This is the most spoiled I have ever been on Christmas. I got a few nice little nick nacks... And a camera. Like the big black kind with the huge ass lens and strap to go around your neck and make you look like an Asian tourist. It's kinda confusing, but I'm trying to figure it out. I'm so lucky..

My plan for today is to just laze around, fiddle with my new toy, read, maybe write a bit.. My fam and I will probably end up watchin a movie or something too. I will enjoy every minuet. In a week, my break will be done... I have to spend every second to the fullest, because soon it'll be back to reality. A wonderful routine of school, stress, eat, stress, study, stress, work, stress, sleep, school, etc.

Evidently, I'm not very exciting.
I will post when something of interest occurs.

Merry Christmas!

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