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Monday, December 7, 2009
All I want for Christmas is Chris Pine studying Latin with me...
6:53 PM

(Reblog from my tumblr. If you have a tumblr, let me know, I do love "tumbleinds" which is what tumblr followers would be called if I ruled the world).

Sure, I’m excited for Christmas and gifts and whatnot, but I’m more excited for one of the days before Christmas when I get up the energy to make cookies. That’s the only time my brothers will be in the same room together. They actually talk to each other, which never happens at all. It’s bizarre and different and I wish it happened more often. My family is so weird and anti-social, even with each other and I kind of hate it. I like to think that I’m slowly making them bond without realizing it. Maybe one day we’ll be normal again…

This year, I’m hoping to make;
  • Peppermint Bark
  • A Gingerbread House and/or Men
  • Spicy Pepita Brittle
  • Peanut Brittle
  • Sugar Cookies (along with making my own Star Trek Cookie Insignia Cookie Cutter)
  • (Possibly) Brownie Pops (There’s brownie under there, recipe)

Last year I only made Sugar Cookies… I’m kind of hoping the extra stuff will keep the boys in the kitchen for longer.



Also, I'm super excited, because I'm seeing 30StM in concert on Friday. I'm so excited. So so so excited. I just have to get over my finals, and come home on Thursday. I get to take the BART to Oakland, which is going to be scary, but fun! I just have nothing to wear I wanna go to Torrid and get something moderately Punk!Rockish. And I'm really bummed because none of the places where I buy pants are selling black jeans. How hard is it to find black jeans? really?! That's exactly what I need for this event! And possibly a top with zipper enhancements!

Also, also. Finals are a beezy. They're all the way at the end of the week. I honestly could not bring myself to really care about them. I really just want them over with. My first final isn't until Wednesday!! WEDNESDAY! and I don't give a damn about that class anyway, so I'm not even really studying! Just let me get it done with! I am bloody serious! This is not okay!

Also, also, also, I'm more upset about not having the same Latin teacher next quarter (or possibly ever). I'm a wee bit sad, because I'm not sure he realizes how amazing his class was for me. It was so much fun, without a doubt the best experience I've ever had learning here, or anywhere. And I can't tell him now because it's almost finals time, and I'm not in the mood to look like a brownnoser. I'm going to wait until grades come out and send him a note or something. Balls. :/

The end.

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