Christmas Time is Here!

I love Christmas. I've loved Christmas since I was a little girl. I remember my dad loving Christmas. Every Christmas eve we would read the story of Christ's birth before going to bed early so Santa could come then on Christmas morning we would all sit by the door waiting for mom to get up while dad made biscuits and gravy for breakfast. Christmas music always played and the house always smelled like pumpkin pie. But my mom and dad divorced years ago and Christmas hasn't been like that for me since I was twelve. I have always been sad about that. But I discovered this year that all those good memories that I have of Christmas are memories that I can carry with me and even carry on to my own family. I do love Christmas. And what is more important than the music and the smells or even the stories are what Christmas means and what we truly celebrate. Christ was born to save us all and Christmas is a time to spend together as a family to utilize the sacrifice he made and to celebrate and give thanks. I am so happy for the wonderful life I have, the wonderful memories of past, and the wonderful future I am so excited for.

I Destroyed the Plague...You're Welcome.

So, I live in an apartment with five other women. You would think that it would be so clean, because stereotypically women are clean. Keyword: Stereotypically. I hate stereotypes. Our apartment is disgusting 6/7 days of the week. And depending on your standards you could push that to 7/7 days of the week. I am super OCD about being clean and this creates a dilemma. It truly does. Like being terrified of catching the black plague from our bathroom, because I'm pretty sure it carried it. But no more my friends, no more. I have saved myself, and the rest of the world, the trouble of having to come up with a vaccine for the plague by destroying it before it spread. The bathroom is clean! It is a miracle!

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

FINALS ARE OVER MY FRIENDS!!! What? You thought I was talking about Christmas?!?! Psh...Christmas is only half the reason I love December. The other half is getting out of school and never having to look back at this place that makes me do horrible unspeakable acts of homework again. Or at least not for 4 weeks, which is almost forever. My finals are over. Can I get a hallelujah? I can finally focus solely on life and not lock myself up studying all the flippin' time. And to inspire you to do the same. This is how I'm feeling today:

Welcome to Logan

Where your nose hairs freeze half the year! This week has been so flippin' cold. I got on the bus yesterday morning at 7 (I had a horrible horrible final) and the bus driver goes "Fun fact everyone: It is currently -16 degrees outside, Happy finals week!". He clearly has a different definition of fun than me. It was so cold. I'm just glad I don't live in Russia I would die.
On other notes. I saw the movie Frozen. So so so cute! I liked it more than Tangled which is saying something.
Finals week is upon us. Monday was my worst day and it is over! Yay! Now I just have to survive the rest of the week so that I can go home. Home is good. Home is where my best friend is. And I miss him. I also don't have to think about school again for four whole weeks. Those weeks are going to be glorious!