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and it's over
Monday, December 27, 2010

I believe this is what they call 'Christmas Crash'. You know, like caffeine crash. Christmas crash occurs when a person feels the after-effects of Christmas or the days after the holidays which they'd feel depressed, moody, lazy, and lethargic from all the exhaustion. That also means that the fun will stop and everything will go back to normal. Sigh.

It was a very happy Christmas indeed. We had a blast. Everything went according to plan. Everyone wanted to do some shopping before the Christmas eve and I was able to pick out something for Naru. She was surprised when I gave her this necklace when I took her out to dinner. I got it on a sale. I ordered for her because she said I knew the place, so I knew what was good. I was put on the spot to order for her. And I'm so happy I ordered the right food. That would've been an extreme turn-off, not to mention a huge waste of money and effort.

Afterwards, there was a Christmas party in the apartment. I couldn't sleep. I forgot that we were going to have an exchange gift. And I was supposed to give Kitsune something. She laughed at me instead. She said that she made a wager to Motoko-san that I'd forget, and now Motoko-san's aiming for my head again. What a weird exchange gift.

Eggnogs are the best. Everyone tired themselves from all the party games and Kitsune's passed out on the floor from the liquor. Practically, I'm the only one still awake. Come to think of it, I haven't slept -- I'm on my second day. Everyone had their presents already, I'm still waiting for mine.

Wait... I better check my student email. They might have posted our grades already.

... ahaha. Christmas is finished. I didn't get any present. And I'm worried about my grades just when I should be enjoying my break. I must be sad.

posted by: keitaro