it's the holiday season and you know what that means....
anxiety, pressure, finals, spending more money than you have and being forced to associate with people you don't like.
wow, sounds brilliant, right?

thankfully my immediate family is boycotting christmas this year. no tree, a few gifts here and there, the obligatory feast and gain of 5lbs. but aside from that, there's no yule to be uncool about around here.
and i like it.

i'm not a big christmas person. i like it, i suppose. but i feel that in our culture today, as a consumer driven, pop culture mediated society, we've lost the meaning of christmas. somehow something that was supposed to be good will toward men and peace and love and family has turned into buying expensive gifts and over-indulging.
this isn't what christmas is about, right?

perhaps i'm bitter about not having a squeeze again this christmas season. perhaps i'm just burnt out after the semester from hell. maybe i'm just burnt out on life in general. but one things for sure: i'm not celebrating christmas the way y'all are celebrating christmas.

I'm going to kick back and read a book. maybe watch a couple movies or play a couple vids. i'm going to talk to my friends and have stimulating conversations with my family, i'm going to spend hours making christmas cards that actually mean something instead of a hollow greeting. i'm going to curl up on the couch with my kitty and space out.
i'm not fussed over gifts, or what i'm helping to make for christmas dinner. i'm not concerned with keeping my sanity while i'm in the presence of satan's gift of my family. i'm not worried about how i'm going to explain who i'm seeing on new years eve.

and this is how it should be. i'm going to spend a quiet christmas, removed from all of the hustle and bustle, no more studying, a day off from retail hell, just existing. and if everyone's lucky, i might get out of my pyjamas at some point.

so let's all take a step back, and remember what christmas is about: family, good will, and peace.

or in my case hating everyone in your family because they can never seem to read your christmas list correctly and getting drunk every night you can afford to blow off steam.

fucking hallelujah, the semester's  over. drink deep, fellows.

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it's the holiday season and you know what that means....
anxiety, pressure, finals, spending more money than you have and being forced to associate with people you don't like.
wow, sounds brilliant, right?

thankfully my immediate family is boycotting christmas this year. no tree, a few gifts here and there, the obligatory feast and gain of 5lbs. but aside from that, there's no yule to be uncool about around here.
and i like it.

i'm not a big christmas person. i like it, i suppose. but i feel that in our culture today, as a consumer driven, pop culture mediated society, we've lost the meaning of christmas. somehow something that was supposed to be good will toward men and peace and love and family has turned into buying expensive gifts and over-indulging.
this isn't what christmas is about, right?

perhaps i'm bitter about not having a squeeze again this christmas season. perhaps i'm just burnt out after the semester from hell. maybe i'm just burnt out on life in general. but one things for sure: i'm not celebrating christmas the way y'all are celebrating christmas.

I'm going to kick back and read a book. maybe watch a couple movies or play a couple vids. i'm going to talk to my friends and have stimulating conversations with my family, i'm going to spend hours making christmas cards that actually mean something instead of a hollow greeting. i'm going to curl up on the couch with my kitty and space out.
i'm not fussed over gifts, or what i'm helping to make for christmas dinner. i'm not concerned with keeping my sanity while i'm in the presence of satan's gift of my family. i'm not worried about how i'm going to explain who i'm seeing on new years eve.

and this is how it should be. i'm going to spend a quiet christmas, removed from all of the hustle and bustle, no more studying, a day off from retail hell, just existing. and if everyone's lucky, i might get out of my pyjamas at some point.

so let's all take a step back, and remember what christmas is about: family, good will, and peace.

or in my case hating everyone in your family because they can never seem to read your christmas list correctly and getting drunk every night you can afford to blow off steam.

fucking hallelujah, the semester's  over. drink deep, fellows.