Preparing For Christmas

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. ;]