I spy...a bbt reference, a rhyme, 15 yr old marshall, and a loser.

summer's here (in the southern hemisphere), there is a (albeit overlit and excessive energy consuming) hulking tree blocking up half the pathway in qvb, and the natural confectionery company has released its own little 99% fat free pine tree and santa shaped jelly delectables. in keeping with my calculations, this can only result in:

santa claus (christmas) is comin' to townnnn ♥

but along with this season's jingle (bells, and batman still smells...of tall, dark, sexy hotness) jolly merriments, comes the (unavoidable) mad rush and animal scramble for presents (that is if you are lucky enough to have stumbled upon a deep buried memory of some dazzzling trinket to blow off present-receiver's christmas stocking).

of course, since i havent actually made a substantial point yet by my third paragraph, it can be safe to admit i have diddly squat (i wish i had squat) to share with you in this post.

my brain, having been idle, and its cells reduced to a state of numbnutic stupor, has only the typical list of new years resolutions to dawdle out (ah, to still be procrastinating away even after graduating high school...someone needs a life). rest assure, i have never felt any obligation to make actual exertions to fulfil them.

- discover hogwarts
- form some sort of residence under a baubled christmas tree
- be on ellen! and win free stuff for laughing and dancing!
- own a coffee maker (in fact, this is numero uno, but im too lazy to move it)
- soak up more words in book form
- be forgiving
- be accepted into some sort of uni course
- (survive) move out
- lose weight (because im like, a girl, who has like, a bmi of over like, 19)

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i was partially kidding with last dotpoint, so please spare me, oh feminists, apathetic and self-assured people out there.