blackeyed-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- merry x-mas I haven't written in so long, but I've been busy. Did I mention I got a job? Because I totally did. I was at Dillards and a makeup line called Christian Dior was offering free makeovers by their famous makeup artist, so I went in hoping for one, even had an appointment. Even so, the wait was still an hour and a half, so I decided to come back later. As I'm walking out, a lady from a line called Exuviance stops me and asks me if I'd like a makeover from her instead, and that they had some free samples. The free sample bit hooked me, I'm a sucker for free stuff. So we got to talking, and to make a long story short, she offered me an internship to work under her. So I've been busy with that. Not only that, but it's 5 days until Christmas. I'd like to know who in the hell authorized that, really. I have all my shopping done, spending a whopping $150 on my mom, stepdad, brother, Steven, and a little somethin somethin for Heidi. Who actually turned out to be the only non-family non-boyfriend person I got anything for. I really did want to buy things for everyone I know online, but I simply couldn't. Mostly due to lazyness and money constraints. I know, I know, I could've just sent out a card, but refer back to the lazyness bit. My love and Christmasy wishes do go out to all of you though, just not in the form of a present. I'd really like to tell you what I got Steven, because it's a fantastic present I think, but you never know when he might venture on my diary and read, so I'll let you know after he receives it. Every year A Christmas Story runs their 24 hr marathon, not to mention runs about a bazillion times before that, but I never ever get sick of it. I think it's because it reminds me so much of the dsyfunctional 80's Christmas's I had when I was a kid. That family is my family. Those decorations, that house, the leg lamp, the dad with a penchant for cussing every other word. That was us. Christmas is my absolute favorite time of the year. I feel like I'm glowing all month long. I love Christmas even more now that I'm getting older, probably because I'm not riddled with concerns for being a good kid to appease Santa. I was a trouble maker all year, and I'd spend all of December trying to be a Girl Scout. Now I know better. It's not whether you're good or bad that gets you presents, it's whether your parents have money or not. Also? That snowsuit the little brother wears? Where he can't put his arms down? Cracks my shit up every single time. I have worn many a layered outfits that made moving properly impossible. Merry Christmas, folks. 4:03 p.m. - December 20, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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