I got lots of stuff. Max got me a Wii. I stayed up until 3 this morning, playing Smash Bros. Brawl, and surfing the internet.

A new green Ipod Nano, so i can record videos now :3

AAA Car assistance <3

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and Super Smash Bros. Brawl for my wii. Collapsible measuring cups, F.C.U.K Perfume (My personal fave) toe socks, beddy time shorts, and an 11 in 1 Ipod accessory kit <3

Merry Christmas to all :D

I had to work today on zero sleep from the night before. I won't point fingers but let's just say I'm in a relationship with the culprit and I'll never let him live this down. Yeah, I'm calling you out.

So anywho, had to be in Bloomington at 7 this morning, my mom graciously drove me. For at least the first 2 hours we maybe had 2 customers, and I folded at least 200 shirts. I was bored as hell and about to die of exhaustion/boredum. Eventually things picked up just a bit I got a stool to sit on and greet customers (lol I love my job). I haven't been feeling much in the spirit of this whole Christmas deal with the giving and unselfishness whatevs...when suddenly something melted my cold icy heart.

A little boy no older than 11 came in and picked out a hat, an expensive classy keychain, and this weird looking thing that looks like a swiss army knife (but it isn't (I don't know what it is)). I remember the total was $23.51. And he handed me a 100 dollar bill. Now either, this kid is fucking loaded, his mom is loaded and just slipped him the bill, or maybe and this is what I like to believe...his grandparents or some other relative gave him that money for Christmas and he went to the mall specifically to my store to buy some overpriced IU merchandise for his old man.

I don't know, something about that left me with a warm fuzzy feeling.

I just wish I could be happy and love myself.

Reasons to be happy are in abundance, despite my extreme lack of funds. No reason in particular is fueling the fire, but I'm happy. I like that.

This will be my last load of nonsense for a while.

These past two or three weeks have literally destroyed me. I feel mentally handicapped. It's almost as if the person next to me always pulled out an Ace and I was always last in the waterfall. I have never been so excited for a winter break in all of my life. I genuinely need this.

I have confused words and average sayings, the English language has made literally no sense these last few days. I can't type. I can't think coherently. I can not cope with anything that is out of the ordinary.

I forgot that my hair was short. I was startled this morning when I looked in the mirror. How the fuck does that happen!?

THANK JEHOVAH THAT MY JOB LITERALLY ONLY CONSISTS OF FOLDING SHIRTS!

I pushed every single assignment until the last minute in all of my classes this semester. Seriously, I've never been this terrible of a procrastinator. But alas, it's over and I didn't fail anything, or come close to for that matter. Still....fucking fuck fuck fuckerson... I'm done.

Holy shit, I'm going to go chug a bottle of Tylenol.