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Dec. 11th, 2004 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snowystingrayI seem to have developed a habit of starting posts with "My week wasn't really great," or "Yesterday was not fun," or something similar. Not that my life really sucks or anything, but I sure make it sound like it does.
Anyway. Yesterday was not fun. I was at Publix looking at magazines when my shoe broke. How embarrassing! I had to hobble to the car with one shoe on and the other broken shoe in my hand. Also, I stopped by the Mistletoe Marketplace in hopes of finding something to include in my Christmas photography project, but it was something of a bust. I need to finish the project this weekend, though; I think I'll end up having to take all of the pictures at home.
On a happier note, woo! It's almost Christmas. This means only seven more days of school until Christmas vacation. I still haven't bought presents for anybody yet, and I haven't sent out any cards. Which reminds me...! If you want me to send you a card but I don't have your address, please feel free to email me (snowystingray at gmail.com). I won't stalk you or sell your information to the Nazis, I promise.
Anyway. Yesterday was not fun. I was at Publix looking at magazines when my shoe broke. How embarrassing! I had to hobble to the car with one shoe on and the other broken shoe in my hand. Also, I stopped by the Mistletoe Marketplace in hopes of finding something to include in my Christmas photography project, but it was something of a bust. I need to finish the project this weekend, though; I think I'll end up having to take all of the pictures at home.
On a happier note, woo! It's almost Christmas. This means only seven more days of school until Christmas vacation. I still haven't bought presents for anybody yet, and I haven't sent out any cards. Which reminds me...! If you want me to send you a card but I don't have your address, please feel free to email me (snowystingray at gmail.com). I won't stalk you or sell your information to the Nazis, I promise.
