It's Christmas time again...
I realized just now that I'm really excited for tomorrow, if only because I get to see the Stones of Saratoga. Which is good, because it's been awhile since I've felt any sort of excitement involving Christmas. I think it's safe to say that I have grown up a lot in these past few years (not that I'm claiming to be an adult, or even mature); I've lost most of the innocence and naivety (I THINK) of childhood. Mostly, I don't really think about it, but the holiday season sort of reminds me of how different things have become. If I concentrate really hard on a specific memory from when I was little, I can almost feel like how I used to around Christmas, but it's sort of faint and ultimately, depressing. It just ends up making me feel nostalgic.
In other news: my life is boring.
In other news: my life is boring.