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Writing this entry feels slightly bizarre--last night I had a very vivid dream in which I composed and typed up an entire, coherent (I think) LJ entry detailing my winter break so far. So vivid that this afternoon as I drove to my parents' house I briefly wondered if anyone had commented on it, only to realize I'd never actually written any entry. I was kind of amused and kind of concerned. Story of my life.
So anyway, here's the gist of what I "wrote" in my dream (I still remember most of it).
I finished classes, struggled through final exams, arrived at my parents' house a week before Christmas, and embarked on a frantic rush to think of, shop for/create, wrap, and send all Christmas gifts, in those few short days. I was...well, not successful. I got my parents' gifts on time but everyone else's (sisters, uncles, aunts, nana, etc.) were latelatelate. I feel pretty bad--clearly I stink at time management. But as of today at 2pm, all gifts got mailed out to their respective owners, so those people will get to...celebrate Christmas again? Ha, well, anyway, I tried.
I got all kinds of good stuff. Clearly my family loves me, 'cuz I scored big. The gift I'm truly most excited about--and feel free to judge, I don't care--is a high-quality, high-speed, multi-function, small & compact, 3-cup Cuisinart food processor, from my mother. So totally friggin' bangin'. I've already set it up in my kitchen and it looks absolutely splendid. I can't wait to use it. Guacamole, hummus, pesto...oh my goodness. So much to do! I also got: these shoes (in green) and a bunch of fun small things from my parents; this book, a WAWA PEN (!!) (I can't find a picture of it online), and a couple other small things from various aunts & uncles; cold hard cash from my Nana :); tons of great new music (including the playlist to their wedding), this book and this book from Adrien & Henri. Emily and her Korean host family sent me comfy socks, five beautiful sets of chopsticks, a hippo stapler, a notepad with a bite taken out of it, and a hilarious set of South Korea's version of Hello Kitty Post-Its: they say "Hello dog!" and "Hello pig!" and "I believe that, even though we don't think of the term friendship, we already feel that way about one another" and "You makes me happy. Sweet piglet! I'll be always with you Forever. You are always gonna be my love" (that one is my favorite). They're pretty awesome, is what I'm saying. My parents' big big gift to me is an all-expense paid ticket to join them when they visit Emily in South Korea in March. I'm super excited--I've never been anywhere in Asia, and I can't wait to see what Em has been up to. And I'll be halfway through my last semester as an undergrad. Woooop.
At 12am the morning of Christmas Eve, Melissa turned 21. So to prepare a group of us went out to dinner the night leading up to it, then adventure'd until it was time to hit the bars with all of us legally of age. Much fun and much delicious drinking was had. There were two other birthday celebraters at the bar we went to, from separate parties, but neither one was turning 21 and their birthdays were the 23rd, not 24th. So, of course, we claimed ultimate authority and they backed down. And bought us drinks. Anyway it was a very excellent night and I woke up on their couch at 8am with only a tiny headache, and went to work that afternoon. I hope to have similar plans for New Year's Eve.
Jax is still an old old man. He can't get up on his own anymore; he barks politely when he wants to get up and we help him out. His back legs are just skin and bones and no muscle. He's so skinny. He poops inside a couple times a day, because it hurts him too much to get up, go outside and squat like he used to. So I do a lot of clean up, which includes wiping his poopy butt, but I don't mind because he's still my baby. Yup yup.
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