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Great, I have two parts of UU to read and five minutes left before the bus comes. DAMN YOU, PEP RALLY.
Strangely enough, I did not mind the Christmas decorations so much this year. There were my usual derogatory "stupid freshman/sophomores/seniors, no sense of style" comments, but that was ABSOLUTELY TRUE. And someone put wrapping paper all over my locker and I made only the most minor of objections.
Somehow, some way, I seem to have acquired The Christmas Spirit.
Eek.
However, that doesn't mean I won't be sending out a memo on my birthday denouncing all showy proclamations of adoration for me just because I'm older. It won't affect any of you because, insofar as I am aware, none of you have access to anyplace within three miles of my school, which is the limit on decorations/singing/raucous parties. As I have said, I will tolerate my groupies showing up at three in the morning on my birthday and singing loudly beneath my window, but the same thing, occurring in my school, will result in immediate excommunication from My Posse.
There. I hope I've made that clear.
Anyway, this Christmas Spirit thing? Good Lord, I'm buying presents for people. With my own money. And I find myself singing Christmas songs in the hallways and pondering where best to hang my tinsel. I have not yet made a paper chain to count down the days and don't intend to do so at this juncture. I have even given up on my "three World Lit periods to go until Christmas" countdown. I do not understand what is happening to me, self-proclaimed hater of all things materialistic and ostentatious, lover of green Christmases, advocate of Judas Iscariot as a cuddly angsty anti-hero (which is more Easter than Christmas, but you get the idea).
It's very odd.
Look at my duck icon, innit pretty? Where's my new icon, Pyrae?
Strangely enough, I did not mind the Christmas decorations so much this year. There were my usual derogatory "stupid freshman/sophomores/seniors, no sense of style" comments, but that was ABSOLUTELY TRUE. And someone put wrapping paper all over my locker and I made only the most minor of objections.
Somehow, some way, I seem to have acquired The Christmas Spirit.
Eek.
However, that doesn't mean I won't be sending out a memo on my birthday denouncing all showy proclamations of adoration for me just because I'm older. It won't affect any of you because, insofar as I am aware, none of you have access to anyplace within three miles of my school, which is the limit on decorations/singing/raucous parties. As I have said, I will tolerate my groupies showing up at three in the morning on my birthday and singing loudly beneath my window, but the same thing, occurring in my school, will result in immediate excommunication from My Posse.
There. I hope I've made that clear.
Anyway, this Christmas Spirit thing? Good Lord, I'm buying presents for people. With my own money. And I find myself singing Christmas songs in the hallways and pondering where best to hang my tinsel. I have not yet made a paper chain to count down the days and don't intend to do so at this juncture. I have even given up on my "three World Lit periods to go until Christmas" countdown. I do not understand what is happening to me, self-proclaimed hater of all things materialistic and ostentatious, lover of green Christmases, advocate of Judas Iscariot as a cuddly angsty anti-hero (which is more Easter than Christmas, but you get the idea).
It's very odd.
Look at my duck icon, innit pretty? Where's my new icon, Pyrae?
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:snickers at buying presents: I'm going to be returning gifts this year, I believe. I love my friends, but I really don't have the money to spend on getting pretties for people when I've got another semester of school and no visible job at the end of it. So if someone wants something written for them or something that just involves time and not a lot of money, then they will not be as disappointed as they will if they are looking for something tangible and from the store.
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Anyways I didn't see any mention of your classes decorations...They too sucked.
There were crap things everywhere and I felt scared to walk through.
Would it still be okay if we sang to you the day before?
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