First Day of December

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

Wow! December is upon us already. I think it still feels like October, although I guess as soon as I step outside I’ll have to admit that the temperature is definitely colder than average October weather. It’s also a lot darker a lot quicker these days, which is really annoying. I mean, the sun used to set at like 8:30 or 9:00, and now its dark out at like 5:30 – what’s wrong with the stupid sun? You can barely do anything anymore past 6:00!

Anyways, all our Christmas decorations are out – they’re still in their boxes, but at least they’re upstairs, out from the crawlspace. Our tree should probably be going up shortly, but usually it’s my sister that eagerly puts it up in July. However, she’s not here this year so the decorations have waited so far; my mom will likely get around to putting them up soon. I pretty much inherited my sister’s eagerness for Christmas when I was younger. Now that I’m older, I’m more laidback, and I realize that Christmas will come when it comes – it always falls on the same day of the year, no matter how much you can’t wait for it to come. I’ve only done a bit of Christmas shopping; I bought a CD for my sister, along with a CD for myself, the new The Used CD, In Love and Death. I figured what the heck, I may as well buy it; I haven’t spent anything on myself in a while. I even burned the CD just a week or two ago, but I still bought it anyways. I gave the burned copy to Jordan, because I have pity on the less fortunate ones who have dial-up and must wait for days for a song to download. Hah. I love high speed.

I suppose that’s all the significance I can squeeze out of the first day of December. It’s not really a big deal or anything, but nothing much seems to be happening to me these days to write about, so I’ll just ramble on about pointless things until something comes along. It might be a while, folks. Then again, I ramble on about pointless things no matter whether something significant happens or not, so don’t get to eager for something to happen to me. The rambling remains no matter what – believe me, I live with myself. I know.

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