Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Excuses

So as I stall for my last set of finals (possibly forever) I have found that I still enjoy blogging. Especially since some of my best blogs have come while procrastinating study (and my grades have relatively low relevance to my grades in most of my classes). (And at this point it doesn't really matter what I get anyways because I am finishing!) But I have this dilemma. I really love Christmas (well I am starting to love it more anyways), but I am horrible at picking out presents. I made a list of all the people I want to get gifts for, and realized I have no idea what to get anyone! I think that I have gained this trait mostly because of my father. Because with Dad, it doesn't matter what you get him... he probably won't use it anyways. And this has never hurt my feelings. In fact it kind of gives me a weird sense of freedom because I can just amble through a store, pick out something kind of manly... and wala!... present for Paps. Some years I hit the nose, some I miss by a mile. Plus my dad has this awesome poker face on Xmas day. After he goes through the story of why Santa Claus may not have made it this year ( and some have even had evidence to back it up) we all rush down. Because he is smiling at all us, the face just kind of sticks. He has almost the exact same tone of thanks for a dollar store gift as he does for a multi-hundred technological gift. Perhaps this is not the norm, but I never feel that my father has been let down by one of my gifts. I think that maybe sometimes I should be more like this, but then I find I really just wish everyone else would respond this well to the lame gifts I get! (Ok, not all are lame; just usually predictable.) Sean is constantly suprising me (this year #2, I got my present in June), which makes me think I should try... but what if I go wrong? And I guess I feel more justified because we are super poor, which means Christmas is actually a time to get the things we need but wouldn't otherwise buy, stuff like frying pans, winter boots, and an alarm clocks. So, hopefully this lets me off the hook. If you know me and get a lame gift 1.) feel lucky, funds are scarce this year! and 2.) now you know my many justifications of why it probably isn't the greatest thing you have ever recieved!!!

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