Merry Christmas! (and a happy New Blah...)

Gifts received this year (and I was very spoiled):

An Italian Barbie doll

Several t-shirts from Hot Topic, Wet Seal, and Aeropostale

A gift card

A blue net book (from my dad)

An exercise ball

A stuffed cat

I really wasn't expecting the computer. It's making me guilty; I thought it'd be a small Christmas this year. But I named it Minnie.

I had to stay at my grandparents' house for Christmas Eve. For some reason I find it difficult to sleep in the same house as anyone who isn't in my immediate family, especially if I'm on the floor. Don't ask me why. I maybe got six hours of sleep. And don't you dare laugh; I like to sleep,

so six hours is hardly sufficient. My relatives have the worst sense of humor. They're all a bunch of prejudice, racist bastards. Except for a few of them who rock. At least that's over with and I got to eat part of a cinnamon roll.

When we left we opened our gifts from Mom at our OWN house, thankfully. Man, does my mum rock. Now I have a t-shirt with two tennis balls on it and one is saying to the other, "You got SERVED!" It's adorable! And my dad was beyond generous this year. (With the net book and all. Plus he bought collars for our cats. Mao Chu looks quite handsome in his and Willow is charming.)

But you gotta remember that Christmas is about Jesus, not Santa Claus. (That's another thing that bothered me. I'm thirteen and my grandpa expects me to believe in Santa. He's a freakin' stalker, man! He sneaks into your house at night, and he's all about commercialism, ya know?) I'm thankful for our Savior's birth and his incredible sacrifice for the whole of the human population. It's pretty awesome if you think about it a little.

So, Happy Christmas and New Year, everywhobody, and I hope your year has treated you well. I hope it was as good as mine, if not better. Love you all. <3

More second trimester stuff

It's my birthday tomorrow. I will be turning thirteen. I'm not sure how I'll be celebrating, but I hope that my friends might decorate my locker. That's always the best part.

So today I took the DWA (Direct Writing Assessment) during fourth period. The prompt was to tell your English teacher about something in history that you would change if you could. So naturally I wrote about the Holocaust and tried to show the reader the perspective of a Jew in the 1940s. And then of course, when I finished, I found out that probably half the class had written about the same thing. Crud. I'll probably get a 3 out of 4 at best. I really was hoping for an original prompt, but now I've got a...common one. Phooey.

What I really don't understand about the new trimester is that everyone in my social studies class wants to get out of gym and go study with our Challenge teacher again. I like history, but I love gym. I know that's a little odd, considering the gym teacher is a jerk and he gets mad quite easily, but I enjoy exercising and doing physical activities. I don't want to give up one trimester of gym for three of social studies, you know what I mean? And I want to obtain a six-pack again, like I used to have before I started drinking all that eggnog.