I saw on the news that a national survey was taken last week whether or not early November is too early for Christmas decorations. Over 70% of the population said yes. I think it might be a tad early for mass amounts of stores to go all out for Christmas but for home life it's never too early. I want to be able to enjoy my apartment as a winter wonderland since we get a whole month off from school to go home. Thus, Genna and I decorated this weekend. We're certainly not finished Christmas-izing our apartment, but we're on our way. I'm kicking myself because I should have purchased all those little Christmas knick knacks from the thrift store last weekend for like a quarter a piece, but I didn't. Instead I had my dad deliver it yesterday morning. There was some confusion with getting my bc pills this week at the pharmacy I usually go to, so my mom did it for me. God bless that woman. However, they were in Erie and I am not in Erie so father delivered them on his way to visit my uncle. Along with my pills I was brought coffee filters, Christmas decorations, apples, Goldfish crackers (which I don't even like), and business casual pants. A smorgasbord of kind of lame, but necessary items. Granted, I did ask for most of those things to be sent, it would just be very strange if my mom just thought I needed them in general. My dad said he wasn't going to be here before 10am to drop everything off so I could sleep in. He called me at 9:15am and said he was one street away from my apartment. Dirty liar.
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Did Martha Stewart come over?
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Genna saw a picture of those hanging balls (haha) on Pinterest and we decided to do it to our windows in the living room and kitchen because my mom actually sent with the decorations a large box of balls. They turned out great except I was reminded that
I suck at crafts. I have no problem starting a project but I get bored and leave it half way or almost done, leaving Genna to finish it. At least I try. I like the idea of doing crafts far more than I like the action of it. Meh.
Last night was awesome because I had my first girl's night in a super long time. I miss hanging out with girls because they're always on the same page when it comes to talking about boys. Leah and her friend Taylor (who I will now call my friend too) came up and we went and got Mexican food with G. I don't know what I ordered, this pepper thing (a chile relleno), but I enjoyed playing with it and talking about the shape. And when I cut a piece off the end white goo came seeping out. I think it was liquidy cheese, but between that and the large consumption of margaritas we consumed I'm really now not quite sure.
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| How could anyone expect me to receive this on a plate and be mature about it. |
Mom read my blog again and told me to stop being rude. I told her not to read it if she didn't like it and I asked why she even keeps reading it.
Her response:
"Idk its like a bad accident. U dont want to look but u do. yikes."
Thanks for comparing my blogs to catastrophic-could-be-life-altering-events, madre.
xxxx
A
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