Best. Christmas. Present. Ever. (Taken with instagram)
The receiver is from the ’70s and distorts the sound slightly so we’re having a very lo-fi Christmas and it’s kind of awful but also kind of awesome.
Chewing Gum & Graphite.
Sara. 20. Drama student at NYU. From Philadelphia. Likes sentence fragments.
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For the record.
Summary of my Christmas:
1. “Rooms, motherfucker, do you got them?” “Nah man, that ain’t me.”
2. Monogrammed stocking.
3. Gifts! I got gifts! It was unnecessarily sweet of them.
Summary of my New Year’s:
1. Party #1: fruit and foosball and people I didn’t know (who were all nice).
2. Party #2: dancing (notably to “All My Friends” and “Hockey Star”) and sparklers and people I didn’t know (who were also all nice).
3. Alana’s apartment with Alexis and Maddy and being tired and watching A Knight’s Tale and driving home at 5:00 in the morning.
Summary of Arizona in general:
1. NATURAL WONDERS.
2. Mexican food.
3. Driving.
I WANT IT. Also, merry Christmas or something.
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I woke up feeling like #1, but then I put on my Christmas sweater, plugged my speakers into my computer and started playing Sufjan Stevens’ Songs for Christmas really loud and now I feel like #2. I am even kind of enjoying cleaning my room. This is the oddest Christmas.
Sufjan Stevens - That Was The Worst Christmas Ever!
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Silent night
Holy night
Silent night
Nothing feels right
Christmas.
Usually on Christmas Eve, my parents and I will drive through South Philadelphia (because they go all out down there when it comes to Christmas decorations and it is amazing) listening to Christmas music on the radio and then get cheesesteaks and fries at midnight. This year, we went to the top of Rockefeller Center (which was cold and I felt like such a tourist but it was really cool nonetheless), ate at a strangely empty (but delicious) Italian restaurant in midtown and there was Christmas music playing in the cab that I took back to my dorm, which was nice. Now I am in my dorm by myself listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Christmas songs.
I said bye to Honda earlier because he’s leaving in the morning and his parting words were, “Okay, now get the fuck out of my sight.” Classic Honda.
I love New York, but now that everyone is gone it is lonely and sad and weird and I’m excited to go home. I already miss people and I can’t believe I’m not going to see them for a month. Man, college is so strange.
