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For goodness sake.

I can barely withhold my immense Christmas spirit!

Christmas is everywhere. I went driving through the mall thing near my house and it's all decorated for Christmas. Lights strung up between the lamp posts and across the streets. Trees adorned with ornaments and lights and candy canes everywhere.

And Santa sitting on a big chair, and a big line of kids waiting to tell him what they want. Or to cry. Or pee in his lap. Whatever it is that kids do while on Santa's lap.

"It ruins it for me." She said about the omnipresent holiday. The Christmas inundation we already have. It's not even December yet and Christmas is kicking everybody in the balls. She doesn't want to hear about Christmas on the radio or on television yet because it's too early. Well it's too bad, I think, because I am already in the mood for holidays.

Fuck finals!

I've already finished most of my Christmas shopping. Which I think is kind of wrong. But oh well. It's almost Christmas! And the radio is playing Christmas music all the fucking time now! God damn, I'm excited. It's going to get cold and then we get to dress up in winter clothes and go around listening to people singing carols and drinking hot chocolate and starting fires and looking at lights and having a really fucking good time.

I almost got a waterproof camera! I should've bought more shit! It's okay though. I have a lot as it is, and I am thankful for everything I have.

Or wait, is that the wrong holiday.

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