Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming. Do I feel in any way christmasy? No. I thought I did when I decorated my christmas tree and then made another christmas tree from my tripod but then I woke up the next day and I didn't. I know what I'm getting for Christmas and I already got one of them. I saw my second present and even put it on (It's a Bring me the Horizon hoodie) because obviously I ordered it myself. These days it's always easier to ask a person what they want for christmas and just buy it for them. The whole idea of supprise presents is now gone. Of course some people still do it but most of them are so mental about christmas and all the shopping and pressure that they are just taking the easier way out. I am taking the easier way out as well. I am just scared I won't buy them the right thing. I don't want to see the "Oh I hate this present but I'll just pretend I love it" look..However I will supprise my dad with his present. He doesn't know what I got for him.
  Another thing I don't understand is the perfect cleaning thing. It's Christmas and everything has to be cleaned perfectly. And I mean everything. All wardrobes, all shelves, just everything. Nobody is going to be in my room for the whole of Christmas and probably ever. Why should I clean it perfectly when I can just hide everything under my bed and my room looks 'perfectly' clean. I seriously don't understand that concept.
  My birthday is coming. It's on Friday. It's going to be great. People are saying they will get me presents. They don't have too but when I say that they are stubborn and are saying that they will still get me one. I am not complaining. Of course I love presents. As probably everyone else in this world. Humans love supprises. The fact I hate is when people ask me what do I want as a present. Then I get a feeling that if I tell them I am taking their money and all. I don't know I'm weird..Or sometimes I just don't know what I want as a present. Then things get really awkward.
  I need to go out tomorow. Anywhere.

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