I've come to a few realizations this past week:
--I like my name.
--I get all my cool from my sister.
--I really like redheads.
--I really like boys in general.
--Older ones are nice too.
--I don't like the cold.
--I really like my taste in music.
--Someday I really should learn how to speak my cultural language.
--I'm horrible at making/doing/thinking up Christmas presents.
--My family doesn't really get too into the "Christmas spirit."
--Hannah Woods is like my best friend ever.
--I think I shall name my firstborn son Fiyero. Exotic.
--I really hope you're doing well. Honestly.
--Although sometimes, I do imagine chopping you up with a machete.
That was a line from I <3 Huckabees, FYI. Weirdest movie ever.
--You, however, have severely disappointed me. I think this is the longest I haven't talked to you in a while. We've gotten so close over the past year. And then you go and do that. Ugh. It actually makes me sorta sick. Well, when you need my shoulder to cry on, don't think I'll just be waiting on the sidelines for you again.
--I don't like band. I think I just might quit. Next year.
--There's some people I just can't stand.
--But I also can't stand to tell them that.
--I cannot wait to get my braces off.
--I'm a bit brownie-deprived.
--So I made up with pudding. And Jell-o.
--I'm starting to like my haircut, finally.
--Exams are next week. Algebra2 is the only one I have doubts about so far.
--Exemptions would be nice.
--The rescheduled band concert is also next week. Monday. They should have just cancelled it.
--It's pretty cute how he gets excited when he sees me. 
Okay, so maybe that was a bit more than a few.
I don't really think too hard about Christmas. It's not really all about presents and getting things for me. For a few near and dear to me, of course. But to be brutally honest, there aren't a lot of people I hold near OR dear. So to avoid disappointment, don't expecting a present from me.
This is a really crappy update. But there's a few important things underneath the surface, so I believe I'll just keep it up.
But if you leave comments, you're either really lame or you just really love me. Hopefully the latter, but probably the former.
Ah, I kid. Or do I?
//edit
Yippy I just found an extra hundred bucks to go shopping with!
And my mom thinks my future brother-in-law looks like Osama Bin Laden.
Which he totally doesn't.
But that just supports the whole "my mom is psycho" theory.
Good mood, hooray! | 
