presents!!!

 I got a bunch of cool stuff for Christmas this year. Let's start with this Swatch: 

(geez, my arm is too skinny!)

And then this dragon necklace: 

I can assure you, it looks way better in real life. 

I also got this typewriter, but the ribbon is so dry the letters barely show up. But the nice thing about it is that there's no autocorrect to bother you, so maybe I can write a letter to autocorrect. "Dear autocorrect, you can't get me here because it's a typewriter!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" 

I even got my own drone, so I can save innocent deer from wolves. I'd go at the alpha of the pack with my drone, and then the wolves would be all, "OMG! Run!!" and I would have saved the deer's life. It also has Wifi connection, but everything needs an app nowadays. Can't we all just have a normal refridegerator?! (oops...) 

I'm also looking into becoming an art therapist, so that's good news!! I won't be doing that many people at first, but it'd be a good job. I just need a lot of art supplies, which I have. Except 80% of all of the supplies are broken. 

What about your mom's presents?

Okay, the first one my dad bought from New York. He bought it because he thought it was sardines with tomato sauce, except it was a sardine-tomato candle handmade in New York. So now Mom has two tomato candles. I just don't understand this weird obsession with handcrafted tomato-sardine candles. The first candle came from this local shop where I was sniffing all the scented candles, because that's what I do best. And then I sniffed this tomato one, and I was like, "Ewww. I never want to own that." And then mom bought that same candle. But technically the sardine candles were New York's fault, because they put them in a honking sardine container. Like, who puts candles in a sardine container and sells them to people who thinks they're sardines?! Yuck. Some candles have the dumbest scents. 

I also got her a $10 beauty voucher to a beauty shop. I should've bought her a $20 one, shouldn't I? Then she could have done something better, like a mani-pedi and face cucumber feasting. I don't think $10 will afford you much at a beauty shop these days. 

Dad and I also picked out a Jamie Oliver cookbook. Except the problem is, you always end up opening the book up to "Sexy Swedish Buns" which don't really sound like the kind of thing I'd want to eat. Or bake. Like, who in their right mind names their recipe that?! They'll be even less impressive once Jamie dumps a gallon of olive oil on them. He's going to bring the next Flood of 2010, but the olive oil version. 

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Overall, Christmas 2025 has been stressful but good.