So, Monday starts the last week of the semester. And frankly, I'm absolutely stoked. I do like my classes, of course, and passing Shambala every mornining, and getting centuries of reading time, but I'm so sick of getting up at six in the morning for a ten o'clock class. For the next two months, I can get up at three in the afternoon if I so choose, and life will be awesome.
Yeah.
It's the little things.
I'm starting to get excited for Christmas. I decorated the house, no thanks to my niece, and soon, we'll be able to put the boxes away. Once my brother brings in the little trees, of course. Lazy freaking bum. But anyway, I can't wait to start baking. Miles and miles of kringla. I need to find a good recipe first, though.
My Christmas list is shorter than it's been in years. Purses, gloves, Audrey Hepburn films, basically anything from Crayola. There's one thing I'm hoping for above all others. It just has to be in stock. Immediately.
Please, please be in stock!
On a side note, I really, really, really need to go somewhere. Anywhere. I have Park City in my head, and Carpinteria, and San Diego, and Saddleback Butte. I need to go somewhere, and despite what my mom seems to think, commuting is absolutely not the same.
I need to go somewhere.
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