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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I'm good at being uncomfortable So, the new Fiona Apple album, Extraordinary Machine? So beautiful. She's always been one of my favourites. Merry Christmas again. I love Christmas time. It's happy. We've been semi-busy over here. Some relative visiting and stuff, but not much. Lots of sleeping and movie watching. I'm good at that. Today we're going to my aunts for a road hockey extravaganza. Should be exciting. I think we're going shopping first, which is good because I need a 2006 calendar, so hopefully I can find myself a good one. Okay. Happy Holidays. Go have a nap. Goodbye. ____________________________ Well, so much for that. I feel like rambling on some more, but I see no point in starting a new entry. I hate it when things are messy like this, but today my extreme narcissism is winning out over the compulsive neatness. Wish I could apply that concept to my room. The neatness, not the narcissism. Geez. The shopping and hockey extravaganza was fun, and although I didn't find a calendar (it feels really wrong to shell out $20 for a bunch of shiny paper when I could easily but a new top or a book or a cd or something instead), I found some jeans and a red sweater which I thoroughly adore, and they were wayyyy on sale so I scooped them up. I needed new jeans because my old ones were getting ripped up at the hems, because they were too long and I kept stepping on them. But these new ones are the petite kind, for us short-legged folks, so crisis averted. Good heavens, I certainly did not win the genetic lottery. It would be lovely to be one of those people standing in the dressing room and calling out to Gunnar, the American Eagle Employee Magazine Cutout Boy, "Oh can't you bring me a 2 instead of this gigantic size 4 I took by mistake? And make sure they have the extra long inseam. I'm 5'10, you know." Sheesh. Well, tomorrow is another day of excitement. I'm going to see a movie with some friends (but not before a trip to the darling dentist, where I will be poked with metal sticks and harassed about flossing until I gag), which will be fun. I want to run in the morning. I feel so utterly useless this time of year. So I'll run until I feel like a proper human being again, and that'll fix things. Okay, so I reallyreally need to go to bed if I want to get up to run in the morning. Ohh the horror. My bedroom is a disaster. A complete trainwreck. If I can make it from the door to the bed without falling over/breaking something/severing any major arteries, it'll be a good day. Mmmhmmm, going to sleep now. Really, I promise. Hailey spazzed at 12:24:00 p.m. ***
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