Thursday, December 12, 2002

the most wonderful time of the year..... . . .
welp, it's thursday. wednesday was my big day and from here on out i have decided i can get away with doing absolutely nothing at all. i'll have to study for my finals eventually, but that can wait. i have done so much of nothing today and it feels darn good.
i did do some laundry. i squeezed 4 or 5 loads into about 3. i was out of underwear and have been out of undershirts for quite a long time, and was into my holey sock collection, so i figured it was time.
so, it's christmas time, eh? it seems like every year the season gets busier and busier and less and less special. in chapel the other week a professor and his 3 young kids did a little special christmas reading thing and i could totally remember what those little kids were probably feeling. christmas used to be such a special, magical, exciting time of year. and now, it's december 12th, and i'm like, "oh crap..christmas is just 13 days away. i havent even thought of what to buy...blah blah blah..." it's just a chore sometimes and very unexciting. not even that, you just dont realize it's here until like the 24th, and then all of a sudden it's done. and when you were a kid, any present you bought, the recipient would totally fake it and pretend like it was the greatest present ever and it wouldnt really matter to you or that person. now you're expected to put thought into it and buy a GOOD present. us shorbs just dont have it in us. us shorb men think a lemonade squeezer is the best christmas present ever, and apparently we're wrong.
oh to be a kid again.
although i suppose it's the same with a lot. i dont like being old just because im cynical and jaded about everything.

i want to be innocent and excited again.
i suppose reese roper says it pretty well when he sings,
"only you can make every new day seem so new."

sometimes i wish it was that easy...i wish getting to that point was as easy as it sounds...



and those are my reflective thoughts of the day. time to fold some laundry.

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