So this is Christmas

Merry Christmas, everyone. It's that special time of year where greed and giving are key components of the holiday. It's the time of the year where bragging rights of gifts gotten are the special parts of conversation. Christmas lost its meaning (whatever it is anymore) and became catchy Christmas tunes, expensive gifts and blinding decorations on every square inch of the lawn and roof. When A Christmas Story plays for twenty-four hours, you know its Christmas. It is the archetypical holiday and it's annoying as fuck. People Christmas shopping are annoying. The value of family time is unimportant when they dont have that video game or sweater or perfume to give. New College kids are gonna kill me, but love is made within the presents given...haha. Shopping is a social relationship, eh? :)

Maybe this will be a good Christmas. Maybe it wont be a useless day of awkward gift opening. I hate when people look at my face when I open presents. I feel like they're anticipating an amazing reaction...and if I'm not amazed, they're disappointed and I feel bad. I'm not expecting a lot this Christmas--I know my tuition is a big part of my present. I can't complain about that though, forty g's and the chance to make something of myself? That's more than I could ask for.

I'm watching Lifetime and The Golden Girls are on. I love this show. I think I am Dorothea like whoa. Not just because of the manly voice, assholes, but because she is just kick ass. Anyone who hates Bea Arthur hates puppies and kittens, period. The sound keeps on phasing in and out though and I'm ready to go back to the History Channel. Yes, I watch it for fun. My mommy says that it makes me special and unique, so shut up.

Red lights flood the landscape

And stain my hands like blood.

The music takes over my heart

And my brain converts religion

And I praise the cold sky above for keeping

Me safe and confined.

It's easy in this box.

It's filled with music that

directs the blood in my veins to flow to my heart

and it pulses with each word sung.

This song sustains my life.

A calm discourse takes over my soul

And I know I'm not alone.

Hands on my back,

Hands on my arms,

Hands around my waist

Hand nestled in mine

And I know I'm not alone.

Red to green

and my hands are stained clovers.

I dont feel so heavy now.

Red to green:

Just like you, lovely.

Have a Merry fucking Christmas.

Give it away now...