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| December 28, 2001 |
| Blah, it's the unaviodable post-Christmas, pre-birthday letdown. Christmas managed to sneak up on me enough in the first place, now my birthday is trying to do the same thing. Well, birthday, STOP IT! Or at least bring an acceptance letter with you, or a heartfelt apology from U. of Student Harassment. I can't beleive that it's only a week until my birthday. I wasn't looing foward to turning 19 anyways, and now I'm most likely going to be at lose ends and spend the day in bed crying about being a pitiful loser. How I love the holidays. Maybe my parents will surprise me with some really nice gifts, like a digital camera, or the head of housing's head on a platter (I'm feeling bibilcal today). I doubt it though. I went to dinner with my parents and one of their friends last night. The guy is one of my father's best friends, and has a 7th grade son. He was talking about what the son got for Christmas, saying that his room problay looked a lot like mine. His son got a DVD player, and a digital camera. He already has a computer, 25 inch TV and N 64. I chipped in, "I got a pillow." Yes, that is completely true, it was my big present this year. And the most high-tech thing in my room is a clip-on lamp, I wouldn't know a 25 inch TV if I saw one. It's extragant gifts like pillows, that don't make me think I'm getting anything for the birthday of doom. It's not good to have a birthday after all the big holidays, because by that point, people are hungover, dieting, and don't care. Besides my birthday almost never goes well. In conclusion. Christmas, feh. Birthday, dear God no! |
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