That awkward moment when you realize it.
I just realized today as I was organizing my email that I'm part of four separate Hetalia-themed gift exchanges. A USUK themed on, a Giripan themed one, a SpaMano themed one, and finally, a GerIta themed one (that I have yet to get an assignment for).
I have all my prompts neatly organized in a file and, as I sit here and brainstorm, I realize that
I effing love Secret Santas. I've always been minorly obsessed with giving gifts but this is reaching all new levels of crazy. I'm studying abroad for a semester and roughly half the souvenirs I've bought have been gifts for other people. I just love giving things. And I am SO EXCITED to give gifts for these exchanges :D
There. I'm done.
If I fall off the face of the earth again, it's because a) Secret Santas and b) dissertation.
Damnit England and Germany, play nice.
I have all my prompts neatly organized in a file and, as I sit here and brainstorm, I realize that
I effing love Secret Santas. I've always been minorly obsessed with giving gifts but this is reaching all new levels of crazy. I'm studying abroad for a semester and roughly half the souvenirs I've bought have been gifts for other people. I just love giving things. And I am SO EXCITED to give gifts for these exchanges :D
There. I'm done.
If I fall off the face of the earth again, it's because a) Secret Santas and b) dissertation.
Damnit England and Germany, play nice.