Santa Claus is coming to town. No really.
2124198 seconds to go.
I have way, way too much Christmas spirit for anyone over the age of seven.
The guy who sits in front of me in French class (I think his name is Brendan?) was staring at me today. I mean, literally staring. I looked up and he was looking straight at me. And he kept on staring at me after I looked at him. It was creepy.
We drew secret santas at school today (Julia and I organized it because we are organized like whoa except not really) and I got Sam. Whoo. Except not really. The worst part is, I drew myself first, so I know that there are three people who could possibly have me. And they are not fun people to have have you, because
Jed would get me something Texasy. Just to make fun of my Texasness because he's like that.
Sam would attempt to make a fairy-cup joke with her present. =[ Which of course, makes no sense to anyone but Sam, myself, foxy_flamingo, and Jordan but it's a joke at my expense =(
Allen would get me something boys get girls they don't like (and trust me -- not being liked by Allen is a very very good thing). Like. A candle.
Most exciting part of my day = CU Rec Skating at 7:45. Which is pretty sad. Tuesdays are boring.