Oh, the Christmas season is here. I love Christmas. Hanukkah, too, but that's over tonight. Besides the obvious thrill of receiving presents, something about the cheery music, bright lights, and charities makes me happy. It's just extremely depressing after Christmas actually happens. There's this huge build up and then nothing. It's quite sad. I find it funny that Christmas is such a religious holiday, but it's so commercialized now. Not that I have a problem with its commercialism...it allows for secular celebration. This is good. I just love getting people presents, too. Too bad I don't have any money and have really sucked at that this year. Pahaha. Sucks for you. Even though it's not exactly Christmas weather, I love sitting inside by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa. I guess that won't really be the case when I go to California on Christmas day. It will be approaching the seventies the whole time I'm there. That's barely hoodie weather. In December, no less. Jesus Cristo. Maybe I'll see Kristin Cavallari. That would make me happy. I'm trying to persuade my mother to let me take a quick trip to Las Vegas to go to the party Britney Spears is hosting. That would be vair amusant. Maybe she won't show the audience her no-no spot. I'd like that.
Things You Can Buy Me:
1. Chanel purse (I'd prefer the violet Lady Braid Flap)
2. OC Season 3
3. Any season of Scrubs
4. Black North Face
5. Ugg Moccasins (Let's pretend Uggs aren't hideously awful)
6. A trip to Europe to visit my Camp Letts loves
7. A quick trip to New York to see Company
8. Devil Wears Prada DVD
9. Lots of posters for my dorm
10. A hair cut in LA
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Or early evening. Whatever.
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