So, in honor of my 200th post on this here blog, I would like to inform everyone that I have finished another semester (as of 8:30 this evening, sadly) and I now have two semesters left before I graduate and join the real world where homework does not exist. 🙂
Anyway, finals have pretty much consumed my life over the past week and a half or so, starting with my copy-editing final the Thursday before finals week and continuing with my other exam first thing Monday morning. I had a paper for myth due by Friday (I actually managed to finish it on Wednesday) and an article due by today (thanks to my professor’s gracious extension).
Other than that, I crocheted and crocheted and crocheted some more. I made a few hats, some other stuff that I’m not at liberty to talk about because the people that are receiving them as gifts are not yet aware of what they are getting, and I am still working away at my blanket and started on a scarf for myself which, if finished in the next week, will result in my having another gift under the tree courtesy of myself.
I like wrapping presents, and most everyone knows that I like wrapping presents. I like choosing the wrapping paper and matching the ribbon/bow to it. I like writing tags and finding just the right place to put them. Basically, I’m a Christmas wrapping nerd. That’s right.
And I’m proud of it.
But, anyway, this leads to a somewhat strange tradition where, every year, I come home and things are in my room with the expectation that I wrap them for other people in the family.
I like this tradition because I like wrapping; however, I feel like an elf because I’m hidden away with paper and ribbons and bows and Scotch tape and scissors and no one sees me for hours on end because I’m measuring and folding and tucking and everything that goes with wrapping presents.
So that’s what I’ve been doing the past few hours (and I do mean few…) It’s been fun because it means that I am finally done with my semester and can just enjoy being home with no homework and getting to wrap presents.
‘Cause I like wrapping presents. It’s a good way to wind down after a strange and/or stressful day.
I went to Colorado Springs today for Chris’ grandmother’s Christmas party and, in the process, met much of his dad’s side of the family (I already met his grandparents a while back).
It was good, but it was weird. Meeting people’s families always is.
Granted, it’s because there is an established pattern for social interaction that doesn’t include you. They don’t know what to do with you in that situation and you haven’t built up wrinkles in your brain yet for how to interact with them, so…
…it just ends up being a big old awkward, hugging mess.
I got a hug coupon, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Anyway, John and I met up with Mom and Dad at the mall and went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner before coming home.
Excellent food. Excellent cheesecake. Too many choices.
I wrote my last final when I got home… it took me about an hour and a half and then I just didn’t care anymore.
And then I wrapped presents.
And now I’m writing here.
And, as soon as I’m done here, I’m going to go sit at Jesus’ feet for a while ’cause He misses me.
So… 200 posts later and you are now reading the writings of an elf.
One week ’til Christmas! He is risen indeed!
Mood: Mellow Listening to: Bethany Dillon, Imagination
Reading: C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew