Wednesday, November 13, 2013
>>> something strange is happening to me. i'm excited for christmas. i can't wait till christmas. i'm already dreading it being over. this isn't like me. i usually can't stand christmas spirit. i roll my eyes when i see the cheezy wreaths and the premature spindly christmas trees. i cringe at the cookies decorated like ornaments and the little homemade gifts of homemade candy canes. i almost vomit at the sight of rudolph stuffed toys. but this year i'm feeling much unlike myself. i'm excited for christmas. i want to hang mistletoe on every inch of my ceiling (for more than one reason). i want to drink cinnamon hot cocoa and bundle up for walks in the fluffy snow. i want a christmas tree of my own to decorate with sparkly lights. i want to wrap gifts with ribbons and hand them out to everybody. i want to make sugar cookies with red and green sprinkles. and i don't want it to ever end. i will be so sad when christmas is over. i'm a repented scrooge.
*i'll probably end up doing none of these things due to lack of budget, and instead end up watching home alone on repeat and calling it good.
>>> things i like now, because you know, #festive, #duh.