yesterday for christmas eve we all got these great robes that are fuzzy and fleecy and have - you guessed it - pockets! Now, I've never been someone whose life revoled around whether clothing has pockets or not, but if a robe like that has pockets, you know it's quality.
see now, i don't even know why I mentioned pockets. Which is what this entry is about. Yesterday I told my dad he looked sexy in his robe. I was being sarcastic of course, I haven't gotten that out of control, but there's a sure fire way to make a nice family gathering have a right awkward moment, if you were looking for a way. I wonder what's happening to me.
In Paper Towns, Margo says that planning for someone (in her case she was talking about pranks) is always a lot more fun than actually doing it. It's over fast. It's not unpleasant, but anticipation made it into more than it was. This relates to Christmas. You wait and get super excited and buy all this food and sing christmas songs and put up decorations and buy presents and feel very happy, and then it passes real quickly and you have to wait another year. but I still love it. favorite holiday. and this year was the most excited I'd ever been for Christmas.
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That's nice. Pockets do have their.... moments. Quality ha.
HA HA! Ok sorry that's just funny about you telling your dad that. Awkward is right. Intense happiness just does that to people I guess.
Yeah, I guess that's true really. And its also sort of like how the first books in a series are the best, because there is still so much room for the rest of the plot to unfold and as a reader you just sit back and know you're about to get an awesome ride. Merry Christmas.
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