Christmas 2009

Hello. Merry Christmas, everybody! I wish you all good health, cheer, and fantastic presents.

How was my Christmas? Well, I am quite glad you asked. (Oh, give it a rest, I know you didn't- but let me have my moment.)

Well, shall we start with Christmas eve? I could barely sleep. I tossed, I turned, I pounded my pillow in sheer frustration. And eventually, I fell asleep at about 12:30 A.M.... Only to wake up just about every hour, on the hour until 6:50. Hooray for being nocturnal- because it brings tremendous benefits to my overall health. (Not.) Hey, I can't help it, okay?

We began to open presents this morning at about 7:45. I got a lot of nice things. (However, I knew about just about all the presents from my parents- right down to the candy in my stocking. My mother buys the things while I'm with her, then tells me to forget. And it worked- when I was six.) Yet, I refuse to keep up with my usual manner of complete sentences and proper grammer to list them off so I will simply use a list.

• Harley Quinn Barbie doll
• Mulan and Whatshisface (Her husband) Dolls (My fav Disney "princess")
• The last three Death Note figurines/DVD's I needed
• Four Batman graphic novels
• A mini-keyboard that attatches to my PS3 controller (for online games)
• The sequel to Dracula (written by a direct descendent of the original author)
• A stuffed sock monkey (I've always wanted one)
• A boatload of chocolate in many varieties
• Some pens and a graphite sketching set (both shoved into my stocking)
• A couple little toys (also jam-packed into my stocking)
• A ridiculously soft stuffed Siamese kitten doll
• A $50 Old Navy gift card
• A Michael's gift card for some unknown amount
• A teeny-tiny Snoopy ornament for the teeny-tiny (3 ft.) tree in my bedroom
• Some of those tiny Japanese erasers shaped like food

And there ya go. Let's see, after we opened presents, we had brunch at my cousins Joe and Jennys' house with my dad's family. Then while my dad had to go to work for an hour or two, I played video games.

When my dad got back, we all left for our 4:30 reservations at Bob Taylor's Ranch House. (It's a really nice, old ranch turned into a cute, fancy little steakhouse.) Long story short, everybody told my mom "You should have prime rib on Christmas!" After looking at the prices of the uncooked meat alone, she decided it woul cost the same to get it professionally cooked at a steakhouse, sides and all, for less. (I'm glad, too, because my mother has wasted perfectly good meat in the past due to her lack of knowledge cooking it.) I had a delicious, red prime rib.

After dinner we went and saw Sherlock Holmes. It was amazing. I am still in shock of the awesome my eyes have recently witnessed.

And after the movie, I came home, ate some cookies, turned on my heater, and then got on my blog to... Oh, wait...

Well, that's basically my Christmas in a nutshell.

Oh, before I go find something better to do, I just thought I would comment on a little something Brooke posted in her blog. She said that her mother asked if she was sick because she's usually so hyper, and today, she wasn't. I just want to say: I know the feeling. I get that a lot, hahaha! Whenever I am in class spacing out, working, or contemplating, people always ask me if I'm alright in a concerned tone. It's as if, if Mary's not smiling, her dog just died. It's exhausting smiling all the time- then again, I find everything exhausting. Probably even life.

Well, I'm gonna go do... Things... It's not you- it's me. I think we need some time apart.

So until next time, bye-bye, and happy new year!