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It's the story about the steriotypical struggle of a slightly dense yet dashing, young college student and the day by day trials that come with being a slightly dense yet dashing college student. Full of excitment, drama, and a hobo named Ernie. Each day new surprises that only such a tale can bring, tune in for new updates every week, or month....or whenever. So why am I now entering the wonderful world of blogging? I don't really have much to say. Im not overly opinionated, political minded or preachy. I'm just a big advocate for journal writing and keeping good memories in a place you can find them. Unfortunatly I'm also very lazy so I need to do it in a way that keeps my attention. I figure that telling my thoughts and experiences to the world every once in a while might just do the trick. That's all you need to know so don't expect too much from me, just enough.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Enduring the wait until Christmas


-WHAT?! NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Go back and study, its finals week you turd! You don't have any time to fuff around!

-Ya I know but I need a break. Reading all this raw knowledge is going in and without being properly processed into something my brain can digest is thrashing my mind like shrapnel. My brain just rolled on it's back and died whilst inside my skull. My better judgment just doesn't understand which makes his name very misleading. He should be called "judgment that at times can be good but sometimes inspires well intentioned self destruction". At least I'm doing something more constructive than videogames. You would think it would be satisfied with that. And since when does my conscience use words like 'fuff'?

           Soooo new things to report...well it is indeed finals week which is a lovely distraction from the traditional and painful wait for Christmas to roll around. If there is anything good about the overwhelming horror of trying to keep up with the end of the semester it is this. I forget about Christmas. It removes itself from my mind and then magically presents itself upon my arrival home. My 7 year old self would be very jealous of me if he knew I didn't have to wait so long for it to come like he did. Poor lad.


           I do miss out on some of the usual Christmas traditions by not being home though which is unfortunate. Delivering cookies isn't something that sounds very appealing to some but when your family makes it into a game of dingdong ditching neighbors then it becomes a memorable experience. Especially when some of the people you DDD make a violent effort to chase you down and you escape. With the van and disguises you would think that we were robbing a bank instead of spreading joy and diabetes. Turning something innocent and charitable into something devious and scoundrel-esque has to be one of my favorite things in the entire world. That makes it an unusually enjoyable experience for everyone-- Except maybe for the senile old man who after struggling to get to the door for a lengthy amount of time is horrified to discover that his visitor has curiously turned into a plate of holiday cookies. That would be most unfortunate.

But to the rest of you have a very merry Christmas.

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