2 posts tagged “christmas”
First off, it was far too short. We only had 3 weeks to begin with, unlike undergrad where we got 4 weeks. But I flew home without any problems. I went up to C-ville to visit Van and see her dorm which is a billion times better than mine was...elevator...air conditioning...plus she has a bigger room because hers is a converted study. I proceeded to buy all my Christmas presents. Then I went up to C-ville again for the Mitchells Christmas party and to see Em, Deva, and Melissa...and Tiki Barber, the little black pug. Tiki is insane. Then I went home. Then I went to Maryland for Christmas. We had lots of presents. I bought Dillon Teddy Ruxpin because I wanted to buy it for someone. I got lots of Best Buy gift certificates for Christmas! Then we went up to New Jersey and New York. I went to Chinatown and got yummy Chinese cakes. Then I went home. Then I went to DC for New Years. We went to a lovely Indian restaurant where I almost passed out. Then we decided to leave at 11:45 and spent New Years on the metro. We're awesome. But Melissa made jello shooters and we had lots of mixers...not that we drank any of them. But I did have a very tasty alcoholic Shirley Temple courtesy of Melissa. Then I went home and hung out until I came back. Day of my flight home...flight was supposed to leave at 7:10. Got there at 6:10ish. Had to pay 50$ for overweight luggage even though the sign said $25. Then I get into the terminal and find out there would be a 30 minute delay. Sit around. Get on the plane, then they say that they have a problem with the oxygen for the pilot so they don't know what they are going to do. Takes them an hour to find out they are going to have to wait for someone to DRIVE an oxygen tank from DC...Flight won't leave until 10:30. Get off the plane stand in line for an hour to check with the desk about my connecting flight. Desk doesn't tell me anything I don't already know and can't print out boarding tickets for my connecting flight. Have to go back out because Stella is freaking out. Let Stella poop...It starts raining. Go back inside to discover huge ass line to go through security. Have to wait in line again. Sit around until we board. Finally board. Get to Atlanta. Get to Tallahassee. Wait around as everyone gets their bags but not me. Have to report my bags missing. Get a cab back to my apartment. Wait around to hear from them, don't. Finally hear from them the next day. God I hate Delta. Ok, that's it.
Ok, so every year I run into the same problem...not knowing what I want for Christmas. I can never tell anyone anything. I always think up something for my mom to get me (usually a camera). But that's about it. Everyone is left to fend for themselves. In addition to being hard to shop for, I can never think of anything to get anyone either. I just sort of grab random crap and wrap it because I have to. I dread people opening my presents because I know they suck. Oh well...that's how it goes. Ok...this is what I want for Christmas...but I'm thinking I won't get it. Not only is he ridiculously hot, he played the sweetest guy ever on Sex and the City, and look how QT he is when harassed about his uneven nostril-ed ex-girlfriend Rosario Dawson.
