Wellll.... I hate it when I run out of Christmas cards. Because I didn't get to write to everyone that I wanted to write to and it makes me more selective of the people that I decided to write to... which is still much more than the number of cards I could use. (and the extra cards I used as a last resort were older than me, anyway. So vintage huh.)
And then I had another relapse of my flu after several Christmas lunches. !@#$%
I didn't receive any actual presents this year, apart from the bars of chocolate that my grandparents gave me. Oh well, the $95 I collected should be enough to reimburse me for my Christmas shopping expenditure. Looks like I have a childhood that ended prematurely, gah. (I mean, what do most people my age do during Christmas? They go around wishing people Merry Christmas and then assume that he/she/it will receive a present, tsk tsk.)
Anyway I'm super worried for next year. Like, really, morbidly worried. I think I'll probably be requested to drop some activities/posts by a teacher, and then I'll take the emotional highground saying that I just can't, and then I'll sit for my exams and then I'll get an L1R5 of probably 40+ (now that is really scary) and then I'll get a nervous breakdown and quit everything. I'm clairvoyant... cool. Either that, or I'll probably barely scrape through.
Alright I've just ruined Christmas for myself by momentarily thinking about the future.
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