misssmartypants

Christmas is breaking my heart. I hate shopping, believe it or not. I went for the past two days and came up empty handed. It's so chaotic, and for it to be the season of generosity and kindness it seems to be lacking everywhere I go. I haven't even decorated my apartment, and I'm tempted to keep it that way. Christmas to me is about making dreams come true, magical moments. My family is so greedy, I wanted to take the money for everyone's gifts and give it to a charity, or help a family we know. Every single person said no, they wanted a gift. I was appalled! So as I did last year, I told everyone to take the money they want to spend on me and give it to someone who really needs it. What would make me really happy is if someone made me something with their own hands. I want to see that something went into the gift. You see people walking around the mall with nothing on their mind but "What can I get for this person that will make them happy and I can get the hell out of here?" If you think about it, we're pretty much bartering with each other. Why not save the strife, make a fire, get some eggnog, sing some silly songs and just enjoy the day for what it is. Am I really that old fashioned and nerdy?

The metal party was interesting. It's fun watching people when they are drunk, especially people you've known most of your life. I'm glad I went. A lot of the times I judge a situation before it is given a chance and say no. I'm trying to work on that, so I just might have a life before you know it.

I went to an art show this weekend as well in Atlanta. It was pretty interesting and makes me want to create more things. I've went so far away from that side of myself. Seeing the things people had made inspired me to start doing my "art" thing again. I really can't think of anything more beautiful than something that came from someone's imagination. It gets me excited.

I need a new book, ASAP

Edit:
The art show I went to was at The Alcove. It was amazing.

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