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Dear Santa, I may not be the nicest kid in the world, and in fact I am not even a kid anymore, but I don't lie about it, so hopefully that counts for something. For Christmas, I would like: -My mother to realize that talking about my favorite things in the US while I'm in Japan is not a good way to cheer me up. -People to learn how to communicate better and to stop. canceling. plans. without. TELLING ME. -People to stop thinking it's okay to go shopping with me, drag me around to wherever THEY want to go, and then wander off elsewhere when I find someplace _I_ want to poke around in. It's not really fair, and it's kind of a lot of hurtful. -That $300 pair of designer shoes from Kuzuha Mall. ***If none of these others are possible, please just return my fic-writing mojo. I miss it terribly. It's like missing part of my soul, and I'm already kind of short on that. I'm 20 years old, but I still believe in you. Even though I know 'you' are technically my parents. I'm well aware that that logic totally contradicted itself. Thank you, Merry Christmas, and Happy Birthday, according to Japan. ------- [/letter to Santa] Yeah, so if you couldn't tell, my day kind of sucked. It was destined to, considering how I apparently set my alarm for 7:30pm instead of 7:30am and woke up an hour late. I had to rush around and then, because I will not walk to campus unless I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO, I ran up the hill to catch the #13 bus, which is the only one nearby the dorms that has one that comes at 8:36am. (The #12, that I usually takes, only comes at 8:21 and 8:51 for some reason that I am unaware of, since after that, it comes at 9:36, 10:36, etc.) Managed to snag a seat, studied kanji furiously the whole way there, miraculously did not get stuck in traffic, and made it to my test on time at 9:00am. W00t. Also pretty sure I did well on the test. Double-w00t. Then I tried to go get books from the library to use to write my last Survey paper, and discovered two things: So that was a big bust. Then I came back to the dorm, talked to some people online, and took a 2-hour nap, which was the best friggin' part of my day. Glorious, wonderful nap. Oh, how I wish my roommate's computer-phone hadn't gone off and woken me from it and ruined my bliss. Then I went out with people. Dinner was fun. Talked about ghost stories and horror movies. Good times. Then we went to the mall, because it's closing down and virtually everything is on sale. Which was fun to a point, until we got up to where I needed to go, and had been telling them I needed to go for weeks, and they were like, "'Kay, bye" and wandered off without me. The transaction took all of two minutes. This is not the first time that this has happened. When we went to Kuzuha Mall, my goal was to go clothes shopping. We wandered into every shoe store and every bag store that the building has to offer, and I sat around and waited while everyone else tried on stuff, and tried on some of my own despite having no intention of buying any of them, and then I finally found a clothing store that caught my eye, and I went to try on a dress, and I opened the curtain for their opinions, and they'd wandered across the hall to some other store. Past that, every time I saw something in a window that I liked, they just kept walking on by, and I only ended up buying the one dress. I took out $200 to spend that day and came back with the $200 still on me because I hadn't even spent past the money I carry on me normally. So yeah, I don't know why it's apparently such a problem for them to hang around while I shop. But it makes me angry in an "I-don't-know-why-I-bother-trying-to-be-courteous-of-others" kind of way. And then we went to the donut place that I hate, and I should not have gone, because I just sat there and stewed and was angry at them and they kept asking me why I never eat anything when we go there. I've told them three times now - I hate those donuts. They're wax-y and coated in powdered sugar and they make me nauseous. But apparently nothing I say is particularly memorable or something. I understand that the point of going there is to have fun hanging out with people, but it's not fun, and therefore I have no intention of going there anymore. So yeah, now I'm here, writing this instead of studying vocab like I should be. Oh well. All I really want for Christmas is to go home and be with my family. But I'm too chicken-shit to do it.
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