well. christmas eve, anyway.
having a nice day. the whole excitment of being younger is gone though. It seems like I'm only anxious about the gifts I'm giving...and I'm not really looking forward to what I'm getting. My mom keeps apologizing because she doesn't have a lot for me...but I feel like that's the way it should be. I'm old now. Besides, they're paying for most of college. Which is about as big a gift as anyone could give me. Plus, she's promised to take me shopping. Yay, new clothes! Plus, there's always the clothes that I stole from her closet. One absolutely classic skirt...which a year ago i wouldn't have looked at, but which this year, I notice how well it would work at St. John's...as well as how flattering the waist is.
anyway. was speaking to the not!boy (baldy. *snicker*) who is apparently astounded at how brutally honest i am in my blog. what do you all think? is it a case of too much information? I guess I feel like I'm talking to my friends (which I am) and getting a chance for your undivided attention...might as well tell it all. And even if BOYS are reading this...I'm usually pretty honest about how I feel about them...might as well write it down, if i'm going to tell them.
Moving right along...I'm going to go watch A Christmas Story (again!) with the fambly. Joy of joys.
