Even More Ramblings

I have decided I like the end of the year much more than the start of one. And this love starts with October. This is the month of my favorite holiday and then after that is the Holiday Season, which I like the atmosphere of. I like getting ready for the holidays more than the actual holidays I think. Everything is just all busy and expectant and smells really good. Cinnamon always smells nice. People always seem to smell better in the month after Christmas. I figure it is everyone wearing their new perfumes and colognes that they got as presents. Though sometimes people smell worse becasue they are wearing scents that they didn't pick out themselves, which can lead to smelling like an old person. I am not sure if people wear the bad smelling ones out of kindness to those who gave them the present or if they are just delusional from holiday stress. The actual holiday is always a let-down. Everyone spends a ton of time and money to get ready and then it just ends in boredom, blotation, and family fights. Yeah, I definately like getting ready for the holidays more than the actual holiday. And it is the only time of year I can really tolerate prolonged shopping. And I usually even enjoy it and not just tolerate it. Though it also makes me feel guilty. I never get my best friend anything. I always have the intention. I just can never seem to find the perfect thing. And for the last few Christmases she has been out-of-town so I always say I can get her later (on the sales which I can admit since she doesn't read this) but I never do. But she never gets me anything, I suspect for the same reasons, so it works out. I like to think we are just in the kind of friendship where we are well aware that we are a big part of each other's lives and don't need to get each other presents to show that we are aware and care about the other's existence. Well, I just told her I was blogging about her so now she is going to read it. So, Aubry, I love you. And I miss being in your bed. Especially with the good old satin sheets that always made you fall out of bed. And then fall again when you tried to get back in. I've never been a huge fan of satin sheets. I don't mind them, but at the same time they kind of gross me out. Rocks and snow also tend to gross me out at times. But mostly rocks. They look disgusting. So does cracked ground. I don't like where this post is going. So I think I better end it.