Smells like Xmas

Yesterday was our annual Secret Santa exchange. I was very happy to get a book of poems by e.e. cummings i asked for. i like his work. i wish i could be a poet like him. break all the rules to make something beautiful. But yeah. So for all my buddies in my crew and my Caesar group, I made them mix CDs. Well, I really like it. I mean, I put some of my favorite songs on there, even if they didn't exactly fit together. So far I've been getting some good feedback. I'm glad they like it. I'd cry if they didn't. Well, not really.

Anyway, so today is the last weekend before Christmas and we went to the mall. I hate lines. Long lines. I hate them. GEez.

Straylight run rocks the casbah.

10 things I will doing this vacation:
1--Renting movies like a fiend.
2--Hanging out with the cousins.
3--Probably babysitting. grr.
4--Sleeping in.
5--Making mixes and mixes and mixes of all the slow songs I know. I'll call it my Winter Mix Series.
6--Blogging.
7--Eating a lot more than I should.
8--But still trying to lose my belly.
9--Roman Essay for Humanities. Shit.
10--Stripping. Catch my show at the Pink Poodle at 11 o'clock on weeknights. =]

This is the first year in a long time that I haven't been to Christmas In the Park. Man.