sugar quill

Normally I don’t do personal blog posts on here, but today was so odd I felt the need to post it somewhere.

1:00pm - Go to SMG Starbucks to tutor. [This is normal.]

2:30pm - Board the T to get to Harvard Square (more details below)

3:05pm - Arrive at Harvard Square, attempt to use Maps app to find out how to get to Vanberg Hall for Psychology study I signed up for.

3:15pm - Apparently arrive at Vanberg Hall. Phone dies, so no hope of confirming I am at the right place / contacting people to find out where to go.

3:15pm - 3:55pm - Walk through Vanberg and around the area in an attempt to find the psychology study room. No success. 

4:00pm - Give up hope on earning $40, walk back to Harvard Square.

4:10pm - Decide, what the hell, let’s watch Hunger Games!

4:10pm - 6:30pm - Watched Hunger Games.

So instead of earning $40, I spent $10 on THG. This is my life.

Christmas for me pretty much always meant PRESENTS. That’s what I focused on. And being ridiculous and putting up the tree and going over-the-top and strewing lights everywhere and having an awesome breakfast/brunch/snack thing going on. I used to be excited to wake up and run down and see what it was in my stocking.

Since I’m the youngest child, once I figured out the whole Santa thing, the stocking thing subsequently stopped. For awhile I’ve been disappointed at the lack of presents (which sounds horrible, but I’m a consumerist, sue me), and eventually putting up the tree as a family affair came down to just me and maybe my dad.

But now - I think because since I have my own money to spend and because I’ve gone off to college - I’m just looking forward to spending time with family and getting fat off my mom’s cooking and whatever else we decide to prepare.

So I guess that’s what Christmas means for me now.

But that magical This is Christmas moment for me always happens on Christmas eve - when my parents are asleep in their room, and I just sit in front of the tree and turn off all the lights. I hope that’s something that never stops being magical even if I’ve long known the logistics behind it and Christmas in general.

I want to go home for many reasons, but here’s a few:

• So I don’t have to finish this paper I hate so much right now.
• So I wouldn’t have finals (THEORETICALLY).
• So I can have some decent Asian food.
• So I can watch movies. In theaters.
• So I can help my sister plan her wedding, dammit!
• So I can see all my awesome friends.
• So I can be in my home state.

Yeah I’m really sick of this paper right now.