Wednesday, November 29, 2006
8:18 PM
I am super-duper stoked about Christmas. I'm actually quite surprised that I haven't added much festivity to my apartment as I should. I'm totally going to put lights up on my balcony. I just have to wait until my next paycheck and then pay all of my bills and then see if I have ANYthing left over, in which case, i'll have to buy groceries with, which will leave me, once again, with no money for christmas lights. What a bummer. If I could sell a kidney, I so would. Why else would we have two? Sure, sure, if one goes bad i'm skrewed but really, i've had almost 20 fairly decent years, so I'd probably just spend the rest of my dying days at Disney World and call myself a happy camper. And if I die in that Happiest Place on Earth, then it can't be THAT much of a dissappointment, right? I think the two would even themselves out so that everyone is basically just "O.K." about it. Which is fine with me. So, anyway, the holidays. I love them. So much cheer and warmth, and freezing cold temperatures. I swear Lincoln is a COLD city. Even my brother thinks that Lincoln is just really cold for some reason. I don't get it, I just have to deal with it. I almost gave my scarf to a homeless man today. I felt really bad for him. He could have used a scarf more than a dollar he *might* have spent on something like booze or cigarettes or something. But, then again, who's to say he wouldn't have bought something useful? I try not to look for the bad in most people but that has also gotten me in trouble. Like when we had the whole credit card fraud thing at the hotel and I willingly gave up some lady's name to her room. He ended up getting over $2,000 out of her account. I almost lost my job over that. Goes to show me, I guess, that not EVERYone is good. Something I should have learned a long time ago, but didn't because I grew up in a nice, safe, little, country town. (which I, in no means, regret) But, along with the Holidays come Finals and such, which is where I am off to, now. I have to study for French so that I can prove to my French teacher that I really am the best in the class. Such nonsense. I messed up one part of the last test we had, totally on accident, and she wouldn't let me retake that section because "it would be unfair to zee other students)...yeah, so then why did she let Rachel retake it? Oh, yeah, because Rachel FAILED. and I DIDN'T. What crap.