My December
I woke up this morning quite short of breath. My pillows were stacked on top of my head. No wonder.
Near-death-by-asphyxiation notwithstanding, it was Christmas Eve! No school, no work. Not a worry in the…
Piano practice. Shizzle.
After 50 minutes of piano song covers (oh, and 10 minutes of actually practicing for my Level 10 test), I was finally free to…
Buy groceries. Wonderful.
About an hour and 42 Euros later, I was back home with a bag of incredibly Christmas-y pita chips and some new snow pants. And some light frostbite.
Lunchtime! Bok choy-infused Spaghetti. An Asian Christmastime favorite. Yumm-o.
Done with lunch! I spent the rest of my afternoon holed up in my room with my dear friend Stumbleupon. How productive.
Dinnertime! My whole family headed for our clubhouse’s restaurant for their Christmas Buffet. While the rest of my family dined on platters of ham and pies, I was given the frigid, hard antler that had fallen off the reindeer ice sculpture piece in the middle of the restaurant. Lovely. (Okay, not really.)
A game of Wii tennis! I kept unintentionally acing my younger bro. He still hasn’t realized that simply shaking one’s wiimote is adequate for a hit. Not that I’m telling him.
So ends Christmas Eve. Where did all the time go? I don’t know. But I sure am loving Christmas break!
Merry Christmas, guys! I love all of you! In an internet-like way. Which means superficially. Which means not at all.
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