In my house, we don't typically put up the tree until the first of December. I can't honestly remember what time we did it this year, but I'm pretty sure it was until last week. Personally, I don't find decorating all too fun until about a week before. Mum always pulls out her little villages that I use to find so fun and makes me set them up; we didn't do that, this year, and I realized how much I actually like doing that. Which is strange. I just wish we had a better place to set them up, so that I don't have to stand on chairs and couches and find perfect balance.
I have successfully procrastinated long enough that I only just started my Christmas shopping
yesterday, and I remembered so many things that I didn't buy. Ohhhh dear, Gray. Silly, silly Gray, yes? No. Stupid Gray. Nono. I won't be doing this again next year. Hopefully. Of course, I do have school and a cold to blame for not doing it last week, or during this passed week, as I had originally planned. At which point I realized that I was screwed. This, however, only discouraged me to a minimum. In this past week, I brought up my F in Calculus (which I believe was unjustified with how much effort I was putting into that class), changed
out of the dreaded math course for upcoming semester (and into government), wrote a rather daunting inaugural address for Obama (if I must say so myself, the writing a whopping 1.014, 14 words above the required amount;] ), made sixteen CDs for my friends as their gifts this year (they're so pretty and professional looking! :D ), and successfully forgotten several things to say. Such is the life of a week being Gray when her eyes are über dilated at 23h30 for no particular reason. Eh, what are you gonna do?
Christmas is in...what, four days? Oh, dang. I wanted to say four, maybe three, but NOPE. Then I was gonna say two, when I checked my calendar. Online, I found a countdown: 1 day, 22 hours, 48 minutes. What? Since when! I have been deceived... I don't think they're in my timezone.
1 sleep, 23 hours, 45 minutes & 34 seconds sounds much more accurate. :D Even better would be 4 sleeps...
In other words, I only have 23 hours, 44 minutes and 47-46-45-44 (enough of that) seconds left to...I forgot. I should go to bed. Yes. Good idea.
Goodnight world; I'll see you tomorrow, non-blurry and full of light... Yay! Contacts can do that to you.
~Graysen Got What?!
Your inspiring quote for today:
"'Maybe Christmas,' the Grinch thought, 'doesn't come from a store.'"
Because it is so true, right now. ;]