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i can't tell you how many times i've gotten lost in the last 2 days. you THINK you know your way around, but trust me, you dont. i meant to go to UTC driving on the 5, but when i got to where it splits and you can either go "DOWNTOWN" or "SOUTH", i got confused and picked downtown. a second after turning i felt like i'd gone the wrong way, so i got off the freeway, got back on going north, had to stay on until carmel valley. turned around, got back on headed south and took the south route. drove.. drove... drove... realized i HAD to have passed it or should of gone downtown, so i pulled off at Balboa Ave, got out my map and discovered i had no idea what i was looking for. then i tried my cell phone. my house was busy, so i called my dad's business line, scotts line, dads cell, sonya, sonya's cell, joi, danielle's cell [she's visiting], eric's cell, lauren, lauren's cell, and finally, chuck. he was home [thank god] and he told me i needed to find genesee. right as i'm getting on the freeway, my mom calls and tells me that though his way will work, it'd be faster if i could find La Jolla Village Dr and i did. all of this left me with about 45 minutes left for shopping time (stores close at 6), so i went to the gap and got jessica a pair of those fuzzy pants (we have an inside joke about those..except its not very funny, so i wouldn't call it a "joke" per se) and i got tyler (her 13 yr old brother) 2 pairs of boxers because they were on sale and i didnt have a gift for him yet.
is it weird to give a person (particularly one of the opposite sex) underwear? one of them looks like your looking at a TV screen really close up, and i thought it was kinda funky. the other is red plaid i figure every guy should own at least one pair of plaid boxers, so its probably a safe bet...? i started to regret it on the drive home, but i've known him since he was a baby, so i'm sure its fine.. right?
danielle taught me how to make pretty "H"'s and i'm excited. my signature looks better now. :)
i think i'll go to Midnight Mass tonight. i'm not religious, just curious. i'm interested in seeing what its like. would anyone like to join me?
i was listening to rent again today, and i realized that they mention it being December 24th, and then AGAIN "a year later" in a different song and i was like WOW THATS TODAY!
according to NORAD Santa Tracking, Santa's in Colorado Springs. when i started writing he was in Philadelphia:
http://www.noradsanta.org/english/radar/index.html
or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas
by
Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828)
(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL-[of those who choose to celebrate it. to everyone else, HAPPY HOLIDAYS IN GENERAL!]-, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
is it weird to give a person (particularly one of the opposite sex) underwear? one of them looks like your looking at a TV screen really close up, and i thought it was kinda funky. the other is red plaid i figure every guy should own at least one pair of plaid boxers, so its probably a safe bet...? i started to regret it on the drive home, but i've known him since he was a baby, so i'm sure its fine.. right?
danielle taught me how to make pretty "H"'s and i'm excited. my signature looks better now. :)
i think i'll go to Midnight Mass tonight. i'm not religious, just curious. i'm interested in seeing what its like. would anyone like to join me?
i was listening to rent again today, and i realized that they mention it being December 24th, and then AGAIN "a year later" in a different song and i was like WOW THATS TODAY!
according to NORAD Santa Tracking, Santa's in Colorado Springs. when i started writing he was in Philadelphia:
http://www.noradsanta.org/english/radar/index.html
or Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas
by
Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828)
(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL-[of those who choose to celebrate it. to everyone else, HAPPY HOLIDAYS IN GENERAL!]-, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"