Wow, it's finally winter break.

I slept in until 9am today, which probably doesn't seem too late, especially considering that 90% of my peers slept until 2pm. However, it is late to me because I usually am physically awake at 6am -ish and mentally awake around 6:45.

I have slight homework over break, but not even as much as a normal weekend. My happiness knows no bounds.

There is a wee problem though.

There are eight days until Christmas and I haven't bought any of my family members their presents. I don't even know what to buy most of them.

I tried to flat out ask them, but most of them wouldn't answer or answered "Happy Kids." Darling, you better be serious, because if you actually want that, that's all your getting.

Giving is a pain. So is receiving. Most of the time I don't want a gift. This year all I really want is a digital camera. Expensive, I'm quite aware. But in all truth, one gift I actually want is much better than a load of gifts I don't care for. And it costs about the same anyway.

Whoever said that Christmas time was the happiest time of year was seriously off their rocker.

Speaking of Christmas, I recall telling a fellow blogger that I was going to post a poem I wrote about the commercialism that has affected the holiday. I am quite late, 'tis a horrible habit. And it isn't really my best work, but I'll post it anyway.

*looks for notebook and remembers it's in backpack. *
*Remembers backpack is in new car outside*
*looks at time (11:03pm) and sighs*
*tells mom she's going outside for her backpack and journeys to the driveway.*
*figures she'll play it safe and just stick the key and unlock the car the old fashioned way. (Because she cannot see the buttons on the control)*
BEEP!!
BEEP!!
BEEP!!
BEEP!!
Oh my God! It's way too late for this!
*Franticly starts pushing buttons on control to make it stop*
Shut up, demented car!!
*after ages (it seemed) it finally complies*
*hears some of the neighbors waking up*
I am sooo sorry...
*searches for a way to open the trunk for a few minutes*
*creeps into the house after successfully locking the Car from Hell.*

Oh wow. I'm somewhat shaky after that.

Ok, sorry. Here is the poem that caused such a ruckus.

Corporate Christmas

It's Christmas time again
And it's time to spend
Children are filled with glee
But only large gifts will make them happy

Oh wait, I forgot.
Over Christmas we have fought
To be politically correct
"Winter Holiday" we must address.

We love our snow and mistletoe
But the manger scene we must not show
To make sure we do not offend
Our morals we must bend

Put up the light display
But keep God out of the way.
Santa is what we need
To satisfy our greed.

Gifts are all fine and good
But it must be understood
That presents symbolize one thing:
The gift of the newborn King.

I don't know about you
But I'm not ashamed of my saving Jew.
So as family gathers around
Let us remember what Christmas is really about.

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It actually turned out more preach-y than I had intended, but like the poem says, I'm not ashamed...so yeah.

*sighs as listening to Yahoo radio*

I thought Yahoo custom radio would be pretty awesome, and it was for a while, but it seems like now it mostly plays Christian music. Which is technically my fault, but yeah it's bugging me. I love Christian music, totally, but I also love a bunch of other music. That's why I thought making my own custom radio station would be cool, because it would have everything. At the beginning it did. It went from U2 to Eiffel65 to JoJo. It was very...original. And me. I was loving it to the extreme. But it seems like Yahoo have noticed I like Christian music and now it's like 90% of what I'm listening on Yahoo. If I wanted all Christian music I could just turn on the real radio, I'm not even kidding. I love VARIETY. Oh well, nothing's perfect.

Later.