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I had a good Christmas Eve~*

I spent last night with a family friend. Her name is Maria, and she is really nice. The year I lost my iPod, she ran out and bought me a pen with a little radio to give to me as a gift. She tries.

It was a nice night. (I got cheap perfume. She tries.) If only I wasn’t dying from the cold with a massive headache and aching bones. While everyone else had taken off their shoes and jackets.

Oh, and Christ, these nice people are slow. Walking out to the car, I was freezing and gritting my teeth, which made my head hurt more, but they would not go any faster, not one bit.

Maria has a niece and a nephew. They are adorable. We got the girl a doll and the boy a car. We were shown up when their mom and dad got a better doll and a better car. But now that’s twice the toys~

I hope the headache was a fluke. I don’t want to be sick. I’m wearing the perfume today.

Holy crap, am I depleted.

I’m not a very creative person; I can’t do interesting on the spot. These things take me a while.

I’ve been making a gift for a friend. It wasn’t what I really wanted to do, but I assumed I didn’t have the chops to do what I thought would make the best gift ever.

But I’m the kind of person who, when assigned a two-page “what I did on my summer vacation” essay, will outline the paper with ticket stubs and quotes from first-hand sources at hand, so I decided to go ahead and do the gift I really wanted to do. I don’t like not putting all effort forth.

Okay, obviously, I end up failing assignments a lot because teachers don’t give enough time for that kind of stuff and I’m also the kind of person who gets overwhelmed when asked to grab keys and water at the same time.

So, the amount of creativity this gift requires is using up all my resources.

I’m exhausted.

Know what? I don’t even care. I don’t care. This gift is getting done and it’s gonna be the best thing ever.

My best friend is moving to Texas. He is my best friend. I tell him that, but I say it as an acronym, so it looks kind of like a filler word.

Anyway, he’s moving to Texas, and I have been working very hard on his going away gift. I can’t say what it is, because he’s here sometimes, and he’ll just have to deal with the suspense. As it should be. But I will totally brag and quote one person that does know.

“That is quite possibly one of the coolest and most original gifts I have ever seen.”

Yeah! Oh, he’ll love it. It’s really, really simple, but it’s got layers to it. And it won’t work until New Year’s Day. That’s just how it is. Can’t change that. The gift will probably wear him out quickly, but I hope he keeps it.

Actually, he might not like parts of it, but he’ll like it overall. It’s not something he can ignore either, I think.

It sounds like one of those things, on TV shows, where they conceal what they’re talking about, but they describe it and it’s completely amazingly random. And even though you know no such thing could exist, it’s infuriating that you can’t see it.

I hope he likes it~