a bedroom view on christmas spirit

if i had facebook tonight ( i don't because i'm taking the month of december to be un-plugged - in a social networking kind of way- and to cuddle) i'd probably write a status about how four hours and a lot of money later, my christmas grocery shopping is done, as well as an unnecessary target shopping spree which yieldedsome new burt's bees, brightly colored nail polish, sweatpants and a mini dry erase board with new mini markers. it doesn't take a lot to make me happy. i'm content with one pair of sweat pants/pajamas, but mine are starting to wear thin, plus with these cold days-- i can't deal with being cold and having bare legs while i wait for my one pair to wash & dry, especially being a free-lancer on christmas break. that means long mornings under blankets reading books, both for laughs and learning. both books are really great. (mindy kaling's is everyone hanging out without me? and a book called creative inc. the ultimate guide to running a successful freelance business) maybe to begin, i should learn to spell the word successful, that might be helpful for when i'm trying to write things on my typewriter and don't have SPELLCHECK, so i don't look dumb. Because, i go to college, you know. (<--not that going to college matters at all, because i'm a fan of thinking that it does not).

well, after four hours of grocery shopping, three trips to unload the car, a whole unpacking and organization assembly line, albeit it was only me in the line, making-room-in-my-shared-between-six-people-fridge. after all that, cleaning the kitchen and carrying my laundry up to my room-- it's still sitting on my bed, i can hear it wrinkling. it's screaming "hang me up and stop blogging"

i better go. i'm just blogging to say that christmas break is nice. and although the christmas music on the radio really got to me this evening (in a bad way) i was sort of angry at the song, i'll be home for christmas, thinking-- well i'm not going home, dangit! but then i realized, my family is coming to my house, which is

being home in it's truest sense.

after fluffing and separating my laundry into will-be-mentioned piles....

i decide i should clarify--

by fold my laundry, i just realized, i don't mean fold it. i just mean spread it out and lay it in piles, so long as the stuff that will get wrinkly is laying flat. you can always take care of the rest after you check your email, work on a project, organize your bookshelf, skype your roommate in westerville, and so forth.....

(this is a bit of our beatles dance party-singalong)