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December 26, 2005

Feliz Navidad

Happy holidays, everyone. Yesterday was Christmas. I got a good little bit of swag, some money, and some gift cards. It was a good haul. I thought I gave some good gifts as well, and that always makes me feel nice.

But I also get a little schmaltzy around Christmastime. It always feels weird when you're this sort-of independent adult, gone home for a few weeks, who then reverts to being a little kid. My past few days have been filled with driving around town with my mom and little brother, going to lunch and taking the dog for walks. I haven't done much of anything that's productive. Typically I'd do something like go to the record store if I was bored, but we don't have one of those in town, and FYE doesn't count. I'm not complaining, but admittedly I would eventually shoot myself if all I had to look forward to was lunch at the food court.

So now, there is this big and momentous occasion. A certain somebody is coming to visit me for a whole whopping six days! This will be the first time Christy will set sight upon glorious Lancaster, as well as the first time she spends any quality time with my parents. They did drive her to the airport once, which led my mom to infamously remark that she was "flighty."

My poor mom, I think, is freaking out about it. First on her list: make me clean my room.

To understand this problem, there are two things you should know. First, I was, and still am, a big stinking nerd. Dork. Dweeb. Whatever. I was such a nerd, I used to tape my glasses when they broke and once used a paperclip to keep them together when a screw got loose. I was such a nerd, I wear glasses even though it is grossly simple for me to wear contact lenses. But, as a child, I amassed a sizable collection of books, magazines, and notebooks. They all found themselves in my room.

Secondly, there is the room. When I was little, I had a room upstairs. But, I could never get up for school on time, so they moved my room right next to theirs on the ground floor, so that I couldn't sleep in if I tried. That room was spacious. I could fit as many books as I wanted in that room. When I went off to college, my parents decided my room was expendable, and they knocked it down to make way for an addition which eventually became a new master bedroom. Where my glorious bedroom used to be was now a walk-in closet. My childhood, reduced to a closet. Tres bien.

So now, they gave me another room. The thing is the size of a postage stamp. But I attempted to keep all my books in there. The result: my room consists of a bed, a desk, a dresser, four bookcases and about four square feet of open space. My mom declared one of the bookcases had to go, because Christy would be totally offended at my awful room.

I set to work today clearing off the bookcases. Let me tell you, I have a lot of shit. I managed to get rid of about five garbage bags full of old magazines, notebooks from 9th grade geography class, and several other useless knickknacks. Strangely, I found my American Government notebook from senior year of high school, which I strangely marked "8/21/1997 - 8:10 am. Will it ever end?" It went into the trash heap.

Christy, I hope you appreciate my sacrifice. It sure was tough!

Posted by oz115 at December 26, 2005 01:39 PM

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Posted by: Christy Your Love! at December 26, 2005 08:57 PM

Posted by: Antia at December 29, 2005 12:40 PM

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