Holiday

So I am done with the Worst Semester Ever and done being a whiny bitch about it. It's a relief, let me tell you. Next semester I have class two days a week--you really do have to love seminars.

Right now, I'm focusing on doing absolutely nothing for as long as possible. I think I've lost all brain function.

In a fit of religiosity (a terrible word, I know, but slightly more apt than religiousness for my purposes here), I tried to get a Nativity set the other day. We hadn't decorated at all at either my boyfriend's apartment or mine, and we're both broke, so I had to compromise and spent a dollar on a Nativity window clingy-thing-stuff set. I stuck them up very carefully on my boyfriend's kitchen window while he was at work the other night. My boyfriend, who is not religious at all, rearranged it to his liking, and now one of the kneeling shepherds is humping a donkey, another is beating a Wise Man with his hook-staff-doohickey, and the angel is lying at the foot of the manger with the Star of Bethlehem sticking out of her chest. (Okay, okay, the last one was my idea.)

Happy Chrismachanukwanzaakah.