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.