Last year, people died from being trampled outside the stores.
And shopping is girly, K? Really? I'd like to see you strangle people for a sweater.
(It had better be a lovely sweater.)
I've never done this shopping thing though. I'm not quite sure whether I would like to, actually. It seems a little obsessive, but there's also a weird, creepy thrill that comes from being outside a store in the middle of the night, clutching your coupons to you madly, elbowing that lady wearing the hat in the ribs so you can get ahead of her.
Then, twelve minutes later, you're fighting her for the sweater.
I enjoy this time of the year. It's kind of like everyone is making a huge, manic, last-ditch effort to do things, but kind of giving up at the same time, because another year is about the corner and you have a huge slot of time in which you can mess things up to your heart's content.
The scary thing is I remember last year so well. The year drags until my birthday (May 11th! I'm waiting for the doodle!), or the summer or something, and then you're back at December again wondering if you did anything productive at all. (For me? No.)
But I can remember writing 2009 very excitedly upon my Story-Writing Binder. Now it is like this:
FRAS
2008
2009
And the idea that soon I will have to write 2010 underneath it and I haven't finished my Vinnialia story yet is sad.
But it's still November. I have time,
right?
I can totally finish a story in that time! I'm not the slowest writer I know!
On a happier note, my neighborhood is filled with Christmas decorations! It looks so pretty, looking out at night... even if those eejits had everything decorated last week...
Quote for Friday, November 27, 2009:
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
-William Shakespeare
Muse for Today: