In spite of my outward appearance, I shall try to run a neat inn.

First thing's first.
Yes, I went to Little Caesar's. In a black tee shirt, navy pants, pink fuzzy crocs, and a grey sweater. So what?

I have just finished wrapping the last of my Christmas presents.
I think.

Last night, I went with the family to Six Flags, and had a blast. I think in a few hours, I will have finally warmed up after the whole night spent outside.


I've watched an excess of Hallmark Channel and Lifetime Movie Network Christmas movies. But I also took time to watch one of my favorite movies: My Sassy Girl. I'd forgotten how much I loved that movie. And how beautiful it is.

My sister is back in town, and I'm not overjoyed.
She's asked things like "What's a hand mixer?"
The picture of her and I by the lake...the one in which my dad pointed out that I am fat...she found it on our refridgerator and had a fit. Multiple fits.
When asked why she hated it, she said "if that picture's true, then I need to lose 15 pounds at least."
I focused in on the computer I was staring, but my aunt later said she was quite certain that I would come off of the couch when I heard it.

I've chewed or broken all of my nails off.
And that is life now.

I feel like I'm in a holding pattern until Christmas or the New Year or something like that.