what day is it...
At long last, my last final exam sits next me with my new last name staring up at me. Why the impossibility, why the insanity, why the assumptions? I really don't get making so many assumptions that the final result is next to useless. Nope, really don't.
We're off the the great Mississippi Gulf Coast Thursday morning for a bit more exertion and craziness traveling between three families while trying to enjoy ourselves and relax. Sure. That'll happen.
I had a mini-meltdown over Christmas on Sunday. We made the mistake of venturing through the mall for the last few Christmas presents, and it hit me, I hate what Christmas has become. And not just a little nuisance hate that most people feel, but that extreme get-me-the-fark-out-of-the-mall-before-my-aorta-pops-or-brain-melts hate. I started shaking on the inside. I couldn't focus on a single sound. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of negative energy and noise, with a strong urge to vomit on the nearest screaming child or unhappy parent.
I hate people freaking out about what to buy somebody else. I hate receiving crap that somebody found for less than a dollar at last minute. You know what I would rather have? Save that money or better yet, donate to a shelter for me. Or if you feel the utter need to buy me a gift, buy me an experience. Yes, and experience. That's what Drew and I decided long ago to give each other. We have everything we need...more than we need. Instead of a $20 shirt or necklace, buy movie tickets or a restaurant coupon. Instead of the latest nifty gadget, buy my cats some treats. Why do people stress themselves out, talk about beginning their shopping in September, and still fail to find something that the person won't throw away or better yet, pass on the following Christmas.
That is all because now Drew is home kissing me on the neck. He will make everything better.
We're off the the great Mississippi Gulf Coast Thursday morning for a bit more exertion and craziness traveling between three families while trying to enjoy ourselves and relax. Sure. That'll happen.
I had a mini-meltdown over Christmas on Sunday. We made the mistake of venturing through the mall for the last few Christmas presents, and it hit me, I hate what Christmas has become. And not just a little nuisance hate that most people feel, but that extreme get-me-the-fark-out-of-the-mall-before-my-aorta-pops-or-brain-melts hate. I started shaking on the inside. I couldn't focus on a single sound. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of negative energy and noise, with a strong urge to vomit on the nearest screaming child or unhappy parent.
I hate people freaking out about what to buy somebody else. I hate receiving crap that somebody found for less than a dollar at last minute. You know what I would rather have? Save that money or better yet, donate to a shelter for me. Or if you feel the utter need to buy me a gift, buy me an experience. Yes, and experience. That's what Drew and I decided long ago to give each other. We have everything we need...more than we need. Instead of a $20 shirt or necklace, buy movie tickets or a restaurant coupon. Instead of the latest nifty gadget, buy my cats some treats. Why do people stress themselves out, talk about beginning their shopping in September, and still fail to find something that the person won't throw away or better yet, pass on the following Christmas.
That is all because now Drew is home kissing me on the neck. He will make everything better.