Thanksgiving break is the awkward break that we don't even necessarily need. Don't get me wrong, I had a great week off, but I would be okay if they cut that short and just gave us two weeks off in spring break when we are struggling to get through school just waiting for summer. Either way, I shouldn't be complaining.
Every year around this time, I ask myself: "Self, what do you really desire for Christmas this year?". When I was younger, I went big. My list was handwritten, and I would ask for a bike, a computer, a dog, and a pony all in the same year. In the list, I would throw in: "I want lots of hugs, kisses, and love from Mommy and Daddy because they are so important to me." Ya know, trying to fluff it up a little, maybe make them want to get me such extravagant presents. I didn't work, I normally got some clothes-- crushing my childish expectations.
This year, when I asked myself the question I do every year... I couldn't really think of anything. I have everything that I need and most of the things that I want. A little spoiled perhaps.
That being said, this year I get the element of pure surprise when I open my gifts.
I don't deal with surprises well. Apparently, when surprises occur, the person being surprised normally picks up on some hints by the surprisees before the event takes place. I don't pick up on hints. Ever. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend...
Ive had many surprise parties occur on my birthday in years past that I honestly did not see coming in any way, shape, or form. I have fantastic friends who know how to scare the crap out of me. They scare me so badly every time because I just get so confused! Its scary being confused...
I don't like surprises.
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