Christmas and All That Good Stuff

The flashing lights entrance me. I've fallen into the state where I'm no longer me. I'm a dragon slayer. I've killed hundreds of undead minions, and I've stopped bandits all over the map. I talk to everyone I can and have at least fifty jobs going at once. When I get bored I massacre the town as a werewolf. I push my partner off a cliff with only my voice. My immersion breaks and I find myself in a dark room in front of a bright screen. I check the clock. It's four in the morning.

I haven't blogged in almost a month, and I think I might be out of shape in that respect, so please don't insult me if my writing becomes read to hard. I had a fun Christmas this year. I'm past the point where I get hundreds of small toys, and now I just get a few big things that I actually use. This year seemed different for me though. I felt like some of the Christmas magic was gone this year. I woke up at 8 on Christmas morning and I didn't feel the need to sprint downstairs, sit desperately in bed, or fling my window open and scream "It's Christmas!!!!" After I learned that Santa wasn't a real person, (I'm sorry if I ruined the surprise for some of you.) I just feel like Christmas is more of a really good day, not a special one.

For Christmas this year I got some pretty good stuff. My attention getter at the beginning is referring to the video game Skyrim. It is one of the greatest games I've yet to play in my life.  I got MW3 too, and it's really fun too. I got a dock for my Ipod that has a remote. It has replaced my alarm clock and now I intend to wake up to music instead of a steady beep that gets louder and louder. I got a hat from The Christian, and a cool mug from Lizard. She took a ceramics class and has thousands of mugs, vases, and lidded objects she needs to get rid of. I also got some of my favorite chocolates, Lindor Truffles, and my favorite soda, Dr. Pepper. My grandma got me a deck jacket for swim meets and my grandpa gave me some cash. I've accumulated 45 dollars in iTunes money, but I never have anything I want to buy. I spent most of this week awake until 3 in the morning and asleep until noon. This is probably a terrible idea but I do it anyway. I loved the break and now I don't want to go back to school. I shouldn't say I hate school, but I do. It's a terrible place and I hope I never find my way back to it. I especially want to evade math. Math is a terrible thing and the worst part about it is probably that it never ends. There is no end to math. There will always be more math to do. When I do math I feel like I'm trying to reach an unachievable goal. I drag my way through one section into another one. I'm done writing about what I hate for now.