Seeing as how we've already been there, because I whined about how cold my apartment was last year, I won't do that to y'all agian. That would just be cruel and unusual punishment.
Or probably just cruel punishment. Not really all that unusual.
Instead, I'm going to tell you what I want for Christmas!
Because Christmas is awesome, basically. And also because I don't want to study, I don't want to!
It's Dead Week here at WWU, and that means everybody wants to die. It also means I get to go home in like 8 days, which is super exciting, but also means that finals are next week, which makes me want to die.
I hate finals. Actually, I hate tests in general. Yuck.
So, in the spirit of procrastination and Christmas, I present you with my letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I know you're a pretty busy guy, and I realize this letter is probably even a little late. Sorry about that. Normally I'm way more prompt with this kind of thing, but I've been a little stressed lately. You see, I've got papers due, and bills to pay, and I had to spend forever and a day in the municipal court trying to pay my speeding ticket, and finals are coming up, and I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life and I think I'm out of clean socks...
ANYWAY.
So, here's what I want for Christmas.
1. World Peace
That's it.
HAHAHA
Just kidding. I mean, that'd be nice. But last time I checked, they didn't make that in Santa's workshop. Er. Your workshop.
Well.
1. A gift card to Target. Because Target is the shit. I buy pretty much all my clothes there, and also I can get groceries there. Also, I really like the boots they have. I love boots.
2. Boots.
3. Doc Martens. With flowers. Like this.
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| because we hipsters have claimed doc martens for ourselves. which the goths are pissy about. |
4. Clothes. Because I am poor, and buy food instead.
5. Books.
6. Kindle books.
7. A trip to Europe. For 8 months or so.
8. A plane ticket to South Carolina, to see my sister.
Or if you wanted to save some of this for my birthday, that'd be cool too. It's only 4 days after Christmas, you know.
Love,
Marshall
Well, my lovely imaginary friends, that's it until finals are over. I promise to write over break, though!
