Christmas And Prattle

So…weird things are happening lately. There are Christmas lights….on the outside of my house. That NEVER happens. My dad is about the most likely person to say ‘Bah, humbug’ at the mention of the Christmas season. Granted, I can understand where this time of year can be…a bit much to handle. I mean, there’s the cold weather, the crowds, the shopping, the lack of money due to all the shopping, the decorating, the relatives, the lack of money, the wrapping, the cooking, the lack of money, the stress, the people who can’t drive in snow and go TEN FRICKIN’ MILES AN HOUR on a road that has been plowed and salted and is just freezing cold, the empty wallets. Believe me, I understand how…horrible the holidays can be, but at the same time I think I’d feel empty inside with no Christmas.

I think I’ve gone a little overboard on Christmas this year. I’d spill what I got for everyone, but I don’t want a certain someone to see my little list. You know who you are if you read this, which I would honestly be surprised if you do, but the presents I HAVE gotten I really can’t wait to get rid of. No, not because they’re cramping my room or are keeping a debt on my layaway at Kmart, but because I’m exciting for the recipients to receive them.

I shouldn’t be surprised, or annoyed, that there’s a lot of snow outside. It’s the end of November. Normally this kind of scenery comes at the beginning of this month. I should be grateful that I got sunny weather for so long, that I could walk around barefoot without freezing my piggies off up until about a week ago, but this is Utah. I could see the sun and grass again at the end of February or even up until the beginning of May. If there’s snow on my birthday, I’m going to be super pissed. Granted, it’s very unlikely, but it’s not as if it hasn’t happened before.

So I got asked out the other day. Ordinarily it wouldn’t be weird, but this is the first time I’ve been asked on a date since before my ex and I started going out. Looking back, I have realized something odd having to do with the letter D. This isn’t totally random, I swear, but the guys in my life, from potential to serious, their names have started with the letter D. My first crush in Junior High. His name was Daniel. My first boyfriend, who I dated in 11th grade, was Scott. He went by Scott at least. His first name was David. Then, about two months after I was done with school Dylyn and I started dating and now this guy’s name is Dennis. Weird, huh? I thought it was anyway.

It needs to be the 7th of December. By then, I will have taken the ACT and I’ll have money again…just 7 more days. Ugh! It sucks being broke.

It Has Begun!

Woo Hoo! It is officially the Christmas season! and today there is about 5 inches of snow in my back yard! I'd me more excited if I wasn't just getting over what I'm pretty sure was the stomach flu. Nasty stuff. Yuck! Anyway, it's snowing and freezing, the tree is up, and now all we need is my mom's favorite christmas song blasting in the background over...and over...and over again. Then it'll feel like Christmas. Watching her dance around while cleaning the living room in her nightgown. I have a video of it. However, I've sworn on my life I wouldn't put it on facebook. HOwever...this is not facebook. hehehe. Don't worry, I'm not that mean, but it would have made you giggle yourself silly.

I really wanna be done with my shopping, but it's hard to do that when you haven't any money left from your previous store ventures. Seriously, I have no money left. I got my paycheck on the 20th. By the 23rd it was all gone. Granted, I don't have much left to get, but it's still work.

I wanna go sledding....WOO!

I Hate You Too!

I am SUPER pissed right now! Like, way super pissed! It’s the most…UGH! Boys are just so stupid and a select few of them need to die terrible and slow and painful deaths! One of them being my ex. He is quite possibly the most imbecilic and boorish person I’ve eve met in my life, and I’ve met a lot of imbecilic, boorish people. He’s going up against my previous ‘best friend’. Yeah, that’s bad. Like REALLY bad. Earlier today he was bragging about how he had sex with some girl who I’ve met like once, but from what I’ve heard, she’s kinda a whore. Honestly, he isn’t my problem anymore so I could care less what he does, but I don’t want him bragging about his new-found plaything to ME. I don’t wanna hear about it. I don’t even want to talk to him anymore. The only reason I do is because he has a big pile of my books and I want them back. Yeah, that’s right, I care enough about my books to put up with his crap. However, once my library is complete again, I never ever EVER have to speak to him or see him again. There will be so much less stupid drama in my life once that’s the case. My life has always become less complex when my exes were 100% out of the picture.

To top it off, he’s a sexist stoner pig! He ever so kindly informed me that my opinion didn’t matter because I was a woman. Yeah, I’m not even kidding. Granted, I did say that his opinion didn’t count, but that’s because he’s a stoner, and by stoner I mean that he is busy smoking weed every night so what semblance of a mind he had is probably nonexistent now. At least I have a better reason for disregarding his opinion than his gender. I could just kill him. I would enjoy it too.

I hate boys.

80's Night

You guys should be excited! This is literally the 9th time I've tried uploading this video, but it FINALLY worked!